If Only We Could (Woodland demars X reader)

The baby

Several months had flown you were at the studio, hunched over editing videos with fervor, the screen flickering with each meticulous cut and transition. The familiar buzz of creativity permeated the air, interrupted only by the sudden jolt of your phone vibrating on the desk. With a swift motion, you reached for it, the caller ID revealing the name "Miles." "Hey, Miles, what's up?" You answered, my voice a mix of curiosity and concern. "Y/N, we need you here with us. Emily is going to have her baby," came Miles' urgent voice from the other end. "I'm on my way," you replied without a second thought, already mentally rearranging my schedule. With a quick knock on Matt's office door, I entered, finding him engrossed in paperwork. "Matt, can Woods and I go to the hospital? Emily's in labor," I asked, my tone hurried but hopeful. "Yeah, go," Matt nodded, waving us off with a supportive smile. Without further ado, Woods and you dashed out of the studio, the adrenaline of the moment propelling us forward. As we navigated the bustling streets, anticipation thrummed in the air, mingling with a tinge of nervous energy. The prospect of welcoming a new life into the world filled you with a sense of awe and excitement, tempered by the gravity of the situation. Upon our arrival at the hospital, we were greeted by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the muted hum of activity. Approaching the front desk, you inquired about Emily Smith, your voice betraying a hint of urgency. "I'm sorry, she's in labor, but you can wait in the waiting room," the receptionist informed us with a sympathetic smile. Grateful for her understanding, Woods and you made our way to the designated area, finding solace in each other's presence amidst the sea of uncertainty. With each passing minute, the anticipation grew, weighing heavily on our minds and hearts. "she's going to be okay," Woods reassured you, his voice a steady anchor amidst the swirling emotions. "I know, it's just... I wish I was there," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "And you are, she just needs Miles right now," Woods reminded you, his hand squeezing yours in a gesture of solidarity. Hours stretched into eternity as you guys sat in the waiting room, the minutes ticking by like grains of sand slipping through an hourglass. Exhaustion threatened to overwhelm you, my eyelids heavy with the weight of anticipation. Leaning against Woods, you allowed yourself to succumb to the pull of sleep, finding comfort in his reassuring presence. It was in that moment of reprieve that Miles emerged from the depths of the hospital corridors, his expression a mix of exhaustion and elation. "Hey Woods, you guys can meet him now," Miles announced, his voice tinged with excitement. With a surge of adrenaline, woods woke you from the depths of slumber, your heart racing with anticipation. Clasping Woods' hand tightly, we followed Miles down the labyrinthine hallways, each step bringing us closer to the moment we had been waiting for. As we entered the hospital room, a wave of emotion washed over you at the sight of Emily cradling her newborn baby in her arms. Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you approached her, overcome with a sense of awe at the miracle of life unfolding before us. "Congratulations, Emily," you whispered, my voice choked with emotion. With trembling hands, you reached out to touch the tiny bundle of joy, marveling at the fragile beauty of new life. In that moment, surrounded by the ones you loved most, I was reminded of the profound power of human connection and the enduring strength of the human spirit. And as you gazed into the eyes of the newborn baby, you knew that in his innocence lay the promise of a brighter tomorrow, filled with endless possibilities and boundless love.

"May I hold him?" You asked Emily, your voice filled with anticipation as you extended your arms towards her. A gentle smile graced her lips as she nodded in response, her eyes sparkling with maternal pride. With careful tenderness, she carefully transferred the bundle of joy into your embrace, his warmth radiating against your skin. As you cradled the newborn in your arms, a wave of overwhelming emotion washed over you, enveloping you in a cocoon of pure bliss. His tiny features, so delicate and perfect, stirred something deep within you, igniting a profound sense of wonder and awe. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you marveled at the miracle of life unfolding before you. "He's beautiful," you whispered softly, your voice barely above a hush as you gazed down at the precious little being nestled in your arms. His rosy cheeks, button nose, and tiny fingers captured your heart in an instant, filling you with an overwhelming sense of love and tenderness. In the quiet intimacy of the hospital room, surrounded by the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the window, you felt a deep connection with this precious new life. It was as if the world had momentarily faded away, leaving only the sweet serenity of this newfound bond between you. As you held him close, you could feel his steady heartbeat against your chest, a rhythmic reminder of the miracle of life pulsating within him. Each breath he took was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a reminder of the boundless potential that lay within each and every one of us. In that fleeting moment, you felt a sense of purpose wash over you, a profound realization that life is a precious gift to be cherished and celebrated. As you looked into his innocent eyes, you saw the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities, a world brimming with hope, love, and infinite potential. Together, you shared a silent moment of reverence, basking in the beauty of this newfound miracle. It was a moment you would forever treasure, a testament to the enduring power of love and the unbreakable bonds that unite us all. As you held him close, you made a silent promise to always cherish and protect this precious soul, to guide him with love and wisdom as he embarked on his journey through life. For in his innocence, you saw the potential to change the world, to make it a brighter, more beautiful place for generations to come. And as you looked down at his peaceful face, bathed in the soft glow of sunlight, you knew that no matter what the future held, he would always be surrounded by love, cherished and adored beyond measure. You hand him back to Emily "What's his name?" Woods asked Emily, his curiosity piqued as he gazed down at the newborn in her arms. Emily and Miles exchanged a brief glance before Miles spoke up. "Lucas," he announced with a smile, a sense of pride evident in his voice. "It matches him," you chimed in, your own gaze fixed lovingly on the tiny bundle of joy. "Well, we should head out because you're tired," Woods suggested, his concern for your well-being evident in his tone. "See you guys," Emily said with a warm smile, her eyes shining with gratitude. Exiting the hospital, you and Woods made your way to the studio to retrieve his car. Once there, you embarked on the journey back to your apartment, the night enveloping the city in a serene embrace. As you arrived home, exhaustion tugged at your limbs, but a contented smile graced your lips. Entering your apartment, you slipped into bed, the events of the day replaying in your mind like a cherished memory. With thoughts of Lucas and the happiness he brought, you drifted off to sleep, a smile lingering on your lips.