Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
❦ -𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑-
She was here. Ivy reed Davis-Smith has been brought into the world.
Arabella and Westin seem in a trance as they stare lovingly at their newborn baby.
It was around 2:30 am when I got the call about Arabella giving birth. My brain didn't think to grab a jacket, just shoes, my purse, and my phone.
Their friends and I all sat in uncomfortable hospital chairs for four hours.
Oliver unexpectedly arrived an hour later. Pissed off that my arms were wrapped around my body to provide warmth instead of me just wearing a jacket.
Okay well, he didn't say that exactly but I put it together when he glared at my arms and threw me his grey zip-up hoodie. Which by the way smells amazing.
It indulged me comfortably.
I also used his huge arms as pillows which he did not complain about or move me away.
Fast forward back to the current time as we all stand in the peach-colored wall delivery room along with a nurse or two.
Westin and Arabella we're arguing about who Ivy looked more like. Now I don't mean to be rude, but she looked like every other baby to me.
As gorgeous as she was. I didn't see any prominent features that showed up in her yet.
Oliver seemed to think the same thing, "Merida se parece a Cualquier otro bebé" (Fuck she looks like every other baby) he growled out.
Arabella turned to look at him, "What did you say Oliver?"
"He said she looks more like me," Westin stated in all seriousness.
"He did not" Arabella argued with an eye roll.
My phone buzzed inside Oliver's jacket pocket. I smile as I read the messages.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
