Unexpected Blessing

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Malia's POV

I walked to the baby's room and stood in the doorway to see Stiles holding the baby. He was looking at her with such admiration and love. I couldn't help but smile at the scene. Stiles finally took notice of my presence.

"Everly, look who it is, it's your insanely beautiful and amazing mommy." Stiles said looking up at me. I walked over to him and took Everly from him and cradled her to me. She has both our features, but she definitely looks more like me. She has Stile's beautiful smile, the smile that I fell in love with.

"Malia stay with me please!" Stiles pleaded

"What are you talking about? of course I will stay with you." I questioned

"She's here" Stiles said sniffling.

I slowly opened my eyes realizing that it was all a dream. My daughter wasn't safe at home with us. I was still in the hospital being operated on. I turned my head to the side to see Stiles crying holding onto my hand. He noticed my eyes were open and planted a kiss on my forehead. At that moment I couldn't even focus on any pain I was feeling, all I cared about was my daughter. "Is she okay, where is she." I frantically asked.

"I don't know Mal, she is tiny. They took her to make sure she is okay, but she is strong, just like her mom." I started crying, no longer able to keep it in. "I can't lose her! I saw her in my dream." I cried out. Doctors and nurses were all around me checking my vitals, stitching me up, and just making sure I was okay. I was struggling to stay awake at this point but I didn't want to fall asleep and miss any news on my baby. Stiles seemed to notice this. "Mal, It's fine you need your rest, you just went through a lot. Don't worry about her, I'll be here." He reassured me. I slowly drifted off with him holding my hand.

Stiles POV

It's been about 10 minutes or so since Malia woke up. She has completely healed, so we've had to hide that fact. They moved Malia into one of the rooms in the maternity ward with all the other mothers. I can here a bunch of babies crying and just wish I was able to hold mine. You here about these things. You are aware that bad things like this can happen to you. You feel bad for them, but selfishly you are just happy it isn't you. I never thought we would have to be dealing with this. I have been sitting in a chair next to Malia's bed desperately waiting for news on my daughter. The doctor finally came in and sat down next to us.

"I have some good news. Your daughter is surprisingly a lot stronger than she should be at only 29 weeks. Though her lungs aren't fully developed and we need to keep her in an incubator to ensure she gets to full term. If you want to come and see her you guys can. I have to warn you that she is hooked up to a lot of wires. Don't be alarmed at the sight. I can assure you that we will do everything we possibly can to get her healthy and ready to go home." The doctor said. A nurse walked in with a wheelchair for Malia. Although she would be fine to walk, we had to keep up the act. Malia got into the wheelchair and I pushed her as we followed the nurse to the NICU. They had us completely gown up to ensure the safety of the babies. You normally associate birth and babies with happiness. This wasn't the case here. There was a total of three babies in incubators. The nurse directed us to our baby. I could't believe how small she was. The nurse told us that she weighed 3.1 pounds and was 14 inches. Malia was allowed to hold her small hand. "Hi Everly, mommy's here" She said while tears were streaming down her face. I looked at her confused. "Everly?" I said. "Ya, if it's okay. Thats what you called her in my dream. I think it fits her." She said slightly smiling up at me.

"I love it." I said giving her a hug and then bent down to hold my daughter Everly's hand.