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Jordan's POV
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January 3rd
I'm left in the dark yet again. I'm left to pace back and fourth yet again.
I haven't seen her and I haven't seen my son.
Dr. Lawrence opens the door and I look up at her. I can barely see her face with the tears in my eyes.
She comes and holds my shoulders. The anticipation in every step she makes towards me makes me more nauseous.
She parts her lips to say something and my heart stops beating for a second.
"They're okay," she says. I feel a large shiver run through my body.
Only God...
"Thank you," I tell her. I'm grateful and I'm at a loss for words.
"Want to see your baby boy?" she asks. I wipe my face and nod...hesitantly. Even though he's okay, I'm still scared.
I've prepared in every way I could for this but I don't know if I'm ready. I don't know if I'm enough for him.
She walks me to the NICU. He's in a room all by himself. In a small glass box. He's the smallest thing.
The most beautiful thing.
My eyes go blurry again and I wipe my face. I smile at him. He's her very reflection.
I take it all in.
Then, I make him a promise. Even if I don't think I'm enough for him, I have to be. I can't fail him.
It's not an option.
Gabby's POV
My mouth feels so dry and everything feels so numb. I slowly open my eyes and look about the room. I'm surrounded by everything but what I want.
I feel a hand caress my head.
"Hey, Baby," I hear a voice and look beside me. "You're okay," Jordan says softly as a tear rolls down his cheek.
I try to speak but the dryness in my throat hinders any sound. Jordan moves closer and pecks my forehead.
"You're okay," he whispers against my temple.
A numbness travels through my body as I continue to search the room. The empty room.
"He's okay, baby," Jordan sniffles. "They have him and he's okay," he kisses my hand. I look up to the ceiling, internally thanking God.
"He?" I ask. My heart immediately fills with joy at the thought of being able to meet my baby boy.
He nods.
"Yeah, baby. He's so beautiful. He looks just like his Mama," he smiles. "Thank God," he chuckles, making me laugh lightly and cautiously along.
I still feel a decent amount of pain.
"You held him?," I ask. He shakes his head and I'm a little grateful. I want to be there to see the first time Jordan holds him. I didn't even get to see his face when he first saw him.
"I got to see him but I couldn't hold him just yet," he says the last part quietly. He's clearly avoiding telling me that he probably isn't as okay as we want him to be.
He's premature.
I suddenly feel guilty.
"I want to see him," I say weakly. I need him close...in my arms.
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Frequencies
Romance*Not edited* I snuggled into the pillow before I felt his arm wrap around me, pulling me closer. My head now in his chest as he pulled my leg over him. "I love you," he whispered with his eyes closed. "Why?" I whispered back and he opened his eyes...
