Never Let Go

Chapter 79: A Prima Donna

Hot water cascades down, my body absorbing the warmth like a sponge. This is such a satisfying sensation, especially after being in hospital and sitting through chemo for hours.

I stand with my eyes closed thinking about Wesley and Amy. I'm so worried for them... I hope they're ok and their baby gets delivered safely. I just wish I could be there for them and it frustrates me that I can't. If I didn't feel so weak I would've gone with Michael.

I start to wash my hair, and as I rinse away the shampoo I feel small clumps of hair coming out...

I hold out my hands and look down at the hair tangled around my fingers. I stare at it and then burst into tears. It's another horrible reminder of my illness. I knew this would happen. I knew I would lose some of my hair, it was inevitable, but actually having it happen and seeing my hair in my hands like this is devastating. It makes me feel like I'm losing even more control of myself and what's happening to me, not that I've really ever had much control of myself through out my life anyway, so why does it bother me so much? It's just hair... it will grow back... there are more important things to worry about. I just have to get on and deal with it, just like I've done with every other bad thing that's happened in my life.

I feel stupid for crying, so I take a deep breath and force myself to stop. I push myself to finish up in the shower, quickly conditioning my hair and washing my body.

I turn off the water and grab a towel as I step out the shower. I dry off, change into my pyjamas and get straight into bed. I feel exhausted. I check my phone to see if Michael has updated me, but no news yet.

I want to stay awake incase Michael texts me, but I can't fight it any more. My eyelids become heavy and I drift off to sleep.

🕊MICHAEL'S POV🕊

I'm filled with so much worry as a nurse leads me to Wesley. I pray to God that Amy and the baby are ok.

I'm taken in to a room and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief when I see Amy laying in bed, cradling their baby in her arms with Wesley standing over them. They look so happy as they gaze down at their baby. Seeing the three of them brings me so much happiness and I instantly feel emotional. Thank God they're ok.

"You have a visitor." The nurse said softly.

Wes and Amy look up and both smile when they see it's me.

"Congratulations." I smile widely and walk over to them.

Wesley looks all emotional as we hug each other.

"Thanks, man."

"Meet your goddaughter." Amy said softly as she adjusts the blanket around the baby.

"A girl." I raise my eyebrows and can't stop smiling.

I step closer to get a better look at their baby girl. She looks so adorable and so tiny.

"She's beautiful."

"Would you like to hold her?"

"Yeah, of course." I beam.

I'm excited, but apprehensive to hold her because she looks so fragile.

Amy sits up and carefully places her in my arms. Wes grabs a chair for me to sit on, and I slowly sit down, holding her gently in my arms. Her eyes stay closed and she stirs in her sleep. Holding her feels surreal. The nerves I was feeling melt away as I stare down at the precious bundle of joy in my arms and I rock her gently.

Wes beams as he watches me proudly.

"We named her Sienna."

"Sienna Rae Ashford." Amy smiles.