look at me | wroetoshaw

Chapter 47

"This doesn't feel real," I whispered, cradling our very tiny baby against my chest, Harry hovering over the bed to my side, one arm resting on the bed frame, and one around my shoulders. 

He was too distracted by the little one in my arms to reply, but I knew he felt the same. 

"She's got your eyes," I tell him, looking between our daughter and him. "I'm glad she's got your eyes."

"She's got your nose, though. She's beautiful," he whispered, not being able to look away from her. I couldn't blame him. She was a little angel. Our little angel. 

"Should we get your parents and Simon and Talia in? It's about time we tell them her name," I suggest, anxious to reveal the name we had ended up choosing for her. It had been something so private and personal to us both for months, and it almost felt wrong sharing it...that was how secretive we'd been. 

"I'll go grab them...be right back," he spoke, leaving me and her alone together. 

"You really do look exactly like him," I grinned, knowing she didn't understand a word of what I had just said, but finding comfort in her regardless. 

The door opened, Harry's parents, Simon and Talia flooding in, all equally excited to meet her. This was their first time seeing her, and I was as excited as they all were. 

Harry came back to stand besides the bed, sharing a quick mutual glance with me before speaking to them. 

"I know we've been really tight lipped about her name, but we decided to name her Orla...we couldn't decide on a middle name so she doesn't have one, and legally her surname is Lewis," he explains, and I think he was just as scared as I was to see their reactions to her name. 

There wasn't a particular reason why we'd named her Orla...it had just been a favourite of mine, and when we had been talking about baby names he had liked it just as much as I did. 

"I love it! Would you mind if I - held her?" Harry's Mum asked, hesitantly waiting for the chance to hold her grandchild. 

"Go for it," I smiled, letting Harry take her from my arms. It was a weird sensation. She'd only been with us an hour, yet it felt unnatural without her in my arms. 

"Sophie! You did good," Simon praised, walking over to me, giving me an awkward hug from his position. 

"Bloody glad it's over, I'm telling you," I laughed, reminiscing on the last couple of hours of pain. It had been worth it for this moment though. 

"Orla is a lovely name," Talia chipped in, standing besides Simon, the two holding hands. 

"Thank you...it definitely suits her, right?"

"It does," Simon confirmed. "Are you...are you going to tell Mum and -"

"No." I said bluntly, looking away from him, over at Harry and his parents. I didn't want to have this conversation right now. 

"Alright. I'm sorry for bringing it up, I was just wondering," he apologised. 

"Would one of you mind taking a picture of us three?" Harry's Mum asked, digging out her phone, holding it out. 

"I will!" Talia offered, moving away from us, and over to them, leaving Simon and I alone. 

"So...Uncle Simon -"

"That makes me feel so old," he complains, shaking his head. 

"You are old, there's no denying it," I tease.

"How have you just given birth and you're still out here violating me?"

"Because I'm a strong independent woman," I say with a quick roll of my eyes.