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this is litterally ivy grown up 😭
Dreams pov:
i wake up first on our third day in hospital, george is clinging to me in his sleep wich i find adorable and ivy is sleeping surrounded by the teddies george had bought her yesterday, i look down at george again and feel so so guilty for letting him hide away from me like that for two whole weeks while he was in such pain, i'm so glad we have something figured out for the future that will hopefully make him feel better. i lay there for a while thinking about all the aspects of our lives and how i can make i then better for george, that's until ivy starts to stir and i gently slide out from under george to be sit by her bed and hold her hand, "good morning princess," i whisper,
"papa," she smiles her heavy eyes opening to meet mine,
"did you sleep well with all your stuffed animals looking after you?" i ask,
"mhm," she nods reaching her little arm out and grabbing my nose,
"you want me to put on one of your shows on my laptop and we can have some cuddles?" i suggest,
"dada?" she asks,
"dada needs to get sleep right now but when he's awake he can cuddle with us too," i explain,
"slee-y dada," she giggles,
"he's very sleepy," i laugh along, i then take my laptop from the beside table i placed it last night before we went to sleep, i then sit next to ivy in bed and sit her on my lap, she instantly nuzzles her face into my hoodie, while i open netflix and look for a show for her to watch. i love watching her watch tv, how her little face lights up when a character her likes come on screen or how she'll get grumpy if i do anything but give my complete attention to the show.
when george wakes up he doesn't say a word instead he climbs into bed with us and places a soft kiss on my cheekbone, "good morning," i whisper kissing him back,
"papa s-ow" ivy says pulling my hoodie gently so i look back to the show,
"look vee dadas here," i say, i watch her tiny face beams as george picks her up and cradles her in his arms placing kisses all over her face,
"dada," she giggles, i really try to enjoy this precious moment but all i can think about is the fact that if ivy hadn't been so sick a couple days ago i would be planning his funeral today and probably breaking the news to ivy that her dada was gone and he would never be able to hug her again, or cuddle with her or feed her late at night when she was crying, i feel sick thinking about it.
george places ivy back down and we spend the rest of the morning cuddling and watching tv until a nurse arrives with ivys breakfast and tells us everything they have planned for today including the hour where their gonna test if ivy is getting better by taking her off the oxygen machine,
george feeds ivy while i go down to the hospital cafe and get us some breakfast, we eat then a doctor comes in to remove ivy's oxygen tube and monitor her breathing and oxygen levels.
