019. Mikayla Hope Maguire

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by Its_milliie

by Its_milliie

THE STERILE, WHITE WALLS OF THE NICU SEEMED TO STRETCH FOREVER... Each flicker of a machine a stark reminder of the fragility of the life within. Yet, for Kodi and Malakai Maguire, this room held a growing sense of hope. Six weeks ago, they had held their daughter.

As she lay in an incubator, her delicate features a testament to the battles she had already faced. Kodi, still pale from her own ordeal, sat beside her husband, Malakai, their hands intertwined.

He silently squeezed hers, a gesture that spoke volumes of their shared anxiety and unwavering love. In the corner, Malakai and Kodi's family watched her with a mixture of worry and awe.

“We should really name her, Kods,” Malakai whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Kodi nodded, her eyes tracing the lines of the tubes that snaked around their daughter. “I was thinking Mikayla,” Mimi said, her voice soft and hopeful...

“Mikayla,” Kodi and Malakai echoed in unison, the name a melody of love and longing.

“I just hope she survives to know her name,” Veronica said, a hint of despair in her voice. A fleeting spark ignited in her eyes. “Hope?”

“Mikayla Hope?” she questioned, her voice trembling.

A smile spread across Malakai’s face, mirroring the joy that bloomed in through all that “Mikayla Hope Maguire, welcome to this world, princess,” Kevin murmured, his lips brushing her forehead.

"Welcome to this world” they all chorused in unison

The door opened, and their doctor, a kind man with tired eyes, entered. “How’s she going, doctor?” Paddy asked, his voice filled with concern.

“She’s looking very stable, in good condition,” the doctor said, a hint of wonder in his voice. “Her weight increased from 2.9kg to 4.0kg in just six weeks, which is remarkable. We still need to keep her in the NICU and monitor her, but I can say, she is a very strong baby. Have you thought of any names?”

“Mikayla Hope,” Malakai said, his voice filled with pride.

“Beautiful name,” the doctor replied, a smile gracing his lips.

Six weeks had passed, but for the Maguire and Fisher/Ball family, each day felt like a lifetime.

Every beep from the machines was a reminder of the fight Mikayla was waging. Yet, the hope, the love that filled this small room, shone brighter than the fluorescent lights that illuminated the sterile space. They believed, with every fiber of their being, that Mikayla Hope Maguire would beat the odds and thrive.