ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Welcome To The World

A/N: I was off today and wrote this, seriously I have so many more situations in my head I could put to paper and I absolutely loved writing this. So I got a bit carried away. This is pure fluff! I hope you like and I promise to write ST2 or ITK2 next! ♥

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You wake up slowly, the haze of sleep clinging to you as your eyes flutter open. The room is quiet, the soft hum of hospital machinery in the background the only sound. For a moment, you're disoriented, unsure of where you are, your body heavy and aching in a way that feels strange and new. But then it comes back to you in a rush—the labour, the birth. You've just had a baby.

Your heart skips a beat, a mix of excitement and nerves flooding through you. You try to sit up, but a dull pain in your abdomen reminds you to take it easy. The room is dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the morning light, and you blink a few times to adjust to the light.

"Hey, love," comes a soft voice from beside you. You turn your head and see Alex, sitting in the chair by your bed, cradling a tiny bundle in his arms. He looks up at you with a smile that's both tired and utterly content, his eyes full of warmth and something deeper, something that makes your heart swell.

"How are you feeling?" he asks gently, concern lacing his voice as he leans closer, careful not to disturb the sleeping baby in his arms.

"A bit sore," you admit, your voice hoarse from the exhaustion, "but okay." Your eyes flicker to the baby, your baby, and the reality of it all starts to sink in. "Is she...?"

"She's perfect," he finishes for you, his smile widening, "she's been sleeping like a little angel." He shifts slightly, giving you a better view of your daughter's tiny face, her cheeks rosy and round, her little mouth slightly open as she sleeps. There's a fluff of dark blonde hair on her head.

You feel a wave of emotion wash over you—relief, love, a strong protectiveness you've never felt before. "Hello, my love," you whisper, reaching out to gently touch her soft, feathery hair. The contact is light, almost as if you're afraid she might disappear if you touch her too hard.

Alex chuckles softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, "she's been waiting for you to wake up, sweetheart. Missed her mummy already."

You smile, though it's tinged with the exhaustion still pulling at you. "I missed her too," you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you let your finger trace the delicate curve of her cheek. You can hardly believe she's real, this tiny human who's yours, who's part of both you and Alex.

"She's gonna need feeding soon," Alex smiles, his voice soft, as he looks down at your daughter. "I was going to try and wake you, but you looked so peaceful. I thought you could use the rest."

"Thank you," you murmur, touched by his thoughtfulness. You shift in the bed, and Alex carefully passes the baby over to you, helping you get comfortable. The moment she's in your arms, everything else fades away—the pain, the tiredness, the disorientation. All you can focus on is her, and the overwhelming love that fills your chest.

Alex watches you both, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder, his thumb brushing back and forth in a soothing motion. "We did it," he says quietly, his voice filled with awe, "she's really here."

You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from your daughter. "We made her," you giggle, leaning into Alex's side, and he kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering as if to seal the moment.

For a while, the three of you stay like that, cocooned in the soft light of the hospital room, the world outside forgotten. It's just you, Alex, and your little daughter, your family, and it's everything you've ever dreamed of.