Give me Woe

Chapter 19 - Strong

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Two emergency surgeries later, Wednesday and Xavier became a family of three, although a week passed before the couple finally got to meet their little son.

At seven days old, the baby had already proven himself to be a resilient little soul.

As his new parents healed from their own injuries while tending to him when and where they could, Xavier and Wednesday couldn't help but feel overwhelmed in response to all that had happened.

Between the constant interruption of nurses and doctors, the multiple blood draws, and the annoying IV that had been shoved into the back of her hand, Wednesday struggled to even rest her eyes for a few minutes.

Xavier cradled their newborn one afternoon after yet another visit from Morticia and Gomez while he urged his mate, "You need to try and sleep. I know you're tired.......They may keep us another week."

"How am I supposed to sleep when they barge in every ten minutes?" Wednesday huffed, "Why are they keeping us here? There's not much else they can do for us, concussions and scrapes take time to heal, not drugs."

"We'll be home soon." Xavier promised with a wry smile.

He didn't want to complain about his own exhaustion, but he also harbored an eagerness to be out of the hospital.

"When we get back," He began as he glanced down at their sleeping baby before he looked at Wednesday again, "We'll get in the nest, all three of us."

"I may fall asleep and drop him." Wednesday frowned at the baby.

".....Then I'll stay awake to make sure that doesn't happen." Xavier chuckled.

A tiny, snuffling noise interrupted their moment without warning.

Xavier saw concern flash in his mate's dark gaze as their newborn squirmed restlessly against his chest.

"I think he's hungry again." Xavier commented while he juggled the unhappy baby, who's little sniffle threatened to turn into an angry sob.

"Give him to me." Wednesday commanded as she pushed herself up in bed.

Bruises still covered her skin.

The smarting pain that rang out from the stitches in her abdomen didn't ease her agony.

"I can have someone come and help." Xavier offered as he carefully handed their son over, mindful of the sling around his left arm, while he glanced at the call button that had been placed in Wednesday's bed.

"I'm his mother, Xavier." She sighed, "When we get home, there won't be much 'help'. I don't want my parents over every day."

Although he knew it was neither the time nor the place for such a reaction, he struggled not to gawk as Wednesday pulled her hospital gown aside and exposed her full breast, "Besides, that lactation consultant may come back......I don't need someone to tell me how to take care of my son."

During Wednesday's pregnancy, Xavier had noticed advertisement after advertisement offering services with a variety of specialists regarding breastfeeding.

The books he had read mentioned the subject in such depth he imagined an entire team would need to be present to help his mate and son learn the natural process, but Wednesday and their baby had seemed comfortable from the start.

She let her head rest against the pillows as soon as little Desmond latched onto her waiting nipple.

"..........What's the matter?" Wednesday frowned.