The Secret Child/ A SerbAlbo Story

11•Welcome to the world•

Albania's POV🇦🇱:

After saying the baby's name to the nurse my eyelids wanted to close up again,but instead the instinct to hold my child got to me.

,,I-I want K-"

,,Kosovo?No worries darling,they are just doing some tests and checking if he's healthy.Then you will get him.Do you feel better now?"

I look around the room,a lavender fragrence occupies my nose.It's a nice smell,but I wouldn't want to get used to that.I finally nod:,,I'm alright,I think,I still feel some pain in my bottom half,but other than that.Oh,as I rememeber-I need to apologies to the doctors and nurses,but most importantly you.I'm sorry for screaming at you.You know I love you and that I was in imense pain in that moment.Anger rushed to me and I-"

Serbia takes my hands and slightly squishes them:,,Love,it's alright.You delivered our baby and that is a lot to do.You even carried him!"

His eyes soften but I have to ask:,,Aren't I 1 month too early?Shouldn't it be 6 months?Did it leave damage to me or the baby?"

Serbia seems nervous now and tries to avoid my question:,,The baby is alright,so are you.That's what the doctor said."

I sense that something is bothering him and feel the need to ask:,,Darling,please,tell me what's bothering you?"

Serbia stands up and goes around the room ,as if he's thinking very hard if he should tell me or not.

Untill his steps stop and he decides to face me with a heavy heart:,,I-Both of you are fine,but-the doctor said you've been in a huge amount of pain,wich resolves in you having to take a few months off work.To relax."

He pauses and continues after some seconds:,,I'm not sure how we can hide Kosovo from everyone.What if someone tries invading him?What if something bad happens?What if I'm a bad father,what if I'm just like Yugo-"

,,Serbia!Stop this instant.You won't be like Yugo and no one will find out!"

Serbia is going in circles,trying to calm down.I sigh and mention for him to sit down next to me.He does so and I slowly take his hand,brushing with my thumb over it.He looks at me,with those big shinny eyes.So beautiful...,how did I manage to say so many hurtful things to this man?CONCENTRATE ALBANIA!CONCENTRATE!

,,Everything will be fine,it always is.And just know,that I will love you,no matter what."

Serbia cracks smiles and his gaze softens.

As we're cough up in this moment,no,OUR moment.A nurse walks in.

,,Congratulations on a healthy baby boy!"

She hands me over my child and I try to not squeeze him.He's so cute!
As I stare onto his little sleepy resting face I catch myself tearing up.Out of happiness.
Serbia chuckles and strokes my back:,,You created this,a masterpiece,a child,a new country,our baby boy."

I look up to him and smile,my heart filled with joy.Suddenly the small figure in my hands starts to move,making small sounds.
We both stare down at Kosovo.I can even see his angel like wings.They're are plain white,unlike mine.I have ravenblack ones.I wonder from who he's got them?

Serbia slowely lowers his hand and brushes over one of Kosovo's feather.Kosovo whines at the touch and Serbia takes his hand away.Scared of hurting his son.

I can sense that he's really scared of doing something wrong.

,,You know-", I start , ",it may seem scary and you feel like everything you do is wrong.But trust me,you have to let that feeling go.Be soft,but not too soft,feel him.Feel our child.Hear his little heartbeat."