Ruined With Me

CHAPTER 27

N O V A

"Ahhh" I screamed in embarrassment, my cheeks flushing red as the vivid memory of what happened at the hospital flooded back.

I'm lying in my room, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion, with my little angel peacefully sleeping beside me. I turned my head to look at him, unable to suppress a giggle when I noticed the adorable pouty face he made in his sleep.

The innocence and sweetness of his expression melted my heart. Leaning over, I gently kissed his lips. Almost immediately, a soft smile spread across his face, lighting up his delicate features.

With a sigh, I carefully got out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I needed to clean my breasts, as I had applied some ointment earlier to soothe the persistent pain.

The thought of my baby waking up soon pushed me to move quickly, wanting to be ready to feed him when he did. However, anxiety gnawed at me. What if he didn't like this milk either?

The mere thought of it sent a shiver down my spine. "Stop, Nova! Nothing bad is going to happen," I sternly told myself, shaking my head to dispel the negative thoughts.

I had finished cleaning one side and was about to wipe the second when the sound of my baby crying reached my ears. I grabbed my dress, ready to rush out, but then I stopped when his crying suddenly ceased.

Quickly, I wiped my second breast and hurriedly put on my clothes. Opening the bathroom door, I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat at the scene before me.

Alexander was lying on the bed, seemingly in a deep sleep, with his head resting on his left hand. My heart skipped a beat as I saw our baby trying to mimic his dad's position, struggling adorably but failing.

The effort brought tears to his eyes, and he began to cry again. Alexander, however, just stared at him, his face an unreadable mask.

I hurried over, scooping my baby into my arms, feeling his small body tremble against mine. I started tapping his back gently, pacing the room to soothe him.

Gradually, his cries grew softer, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I sat down on the bed, cradling him on my lap. Taking a deep breath, I began to undo the knot of my dress, my fingers trembling with anxiety.

My baby watched me intently, his gaze increasing my nervousness. With a mix of fear and hope, I put my nipple in his mouth, closing my eyes, too scared to watch his reaction. The room was silent, the only sound my own ragged breathing.

Then, I felt his tiny hand clutch my finger tightly. Startled, I opened my eyes quickly, and what I saw brought tears to my eyes. He was calmly latching, his eyes closed, his little face serene and content.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I took his small hand in mine and kissed it. My vision blurred with tears of joy and relief, overwhelming gratitude filling my heart.

For fifteen minutes, I focused on nothing but my breath, calming myself as I stared at him. He had drifted off to sleep again, mid-drink.

His innocent, serene face tugged at my heart. Turning my attention to Alexander, I saw him lying beside us, his strong presence a constant source of comfort.

Alexander's one hand tucked beneath his head, the other outstretched on the bed, as if instinctively reaching for me. I needed that connection, that anchor.

Tenderly, I wiped the milk from baby's mouth and gently laid him down beside us on the bed. As he settled, his tiny face scrunched up in an "eww" expression, rubbing his hand against his nose.