Micah (bxb)

Finding our space

(Two Days Later)

(Landon)

As I held Christian close, I was thinking about everything that happened. How I'm now a father which was one of the happiest moments of my life.

Dr. Carlyle approached me and smiled when he saw that I was still looking at Christian.

“Congratulations once again Landon,” He said warmly, glancing between Micah, me, and the baby.

“Micah has recovered well, and you’re both free to go whenever you’re ready.” A wave of relief washed over me. It was almost surreal that we were already able to take Christian home already.

I looked at Micah, who was smiling sleepily, looking as if he was ready for a quiet, peaceful place where we could soak in these first moments as a family. But as soon as I stepped out into the hallway, it was clear our peace would have to wait.

The hall was crowded with people—more than I’d anticipated. My parents were there, looking as emotional as I’d ever seen them.

Alena had an eager, tearful expression on her face as she pushed forward, clearly excited to meet her nephew.

“Landon!” She shouted, rushing over to me, eyes wide as she spotted the tiny bundle in my arms.

“Oh, he’s beautiful!” She peered down, her eyes filling with tears as she brushed a gentle finger over Christian’s hand. He let out a soft coo, and I felt a swell of pride rise in my chest.

Mom and Dad stayed close behind, both smiling, their eyes misty with pride and love. Mom reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she rested it on my shoulder.

“You’ve got yourself a beautiful family, Landon,” She whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“We’re so proud of you.” Before I could even fully respond, more voices filled the area.

Micah’s parents appeared, their eyes shining as they saw their grandson for the first time. Marcus gave me a nod, his expression softened by a tender smile.

And then there was Manny, who grinned widely, unable to contain his excitement. He clapped me on the back, nearly knocking me off balance.

“Look at him, man! He’s got your nose, I swear,” He teased, leaning in close to get a better look at Christian, who blinked up at him with a curious expression. Manny chuckled, tickling Christian’s little chin, and my son’s tiny fingers flexed, almost like he was reaching out to grasp at the world around him.

Arlo’s brothers were here too with their mates, each one taking a turn to gaze down at Christian once more with amazement.

I could barely keep track of everyone here as the place grew warmer and louder, everyone eager to catch a glimpse of the baby.

The air was filled with congratulatory remarks and laughter, a sense of overwhelming joy coming from all sides as they continued to celebrate.

Despite the warmth of the moment, I couldn’t help but feel an edge of tension as I noticed Logan standing a little farther back.

He kept his distance, his gaze focused intently on Micah, though he made no move to approach.

I was grateful for that, though a part of me was irritated just knowing he was there, watching. For now, I pushed the thought aside, focusing on Micah and Christian.

Micah shifted next to me, looking a bit weary under the weight of everyone’s attention. He gave me a small, tired smile, and I could tell he was reaching his limit.

I glanced around, trying to find a way to slip out quietly, but the crowd only seemed to grow.

It was Jacob who caught my eye, understanding immediately. He nodded, then quietly came over to us, resting a hand on my shoulder.

“I can teleport you all to your room,” He said.

“You both could use some peace.” I looked at Micah, who let out a small sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Jacob,” I whispered gratefully.

With a quick nod, Jacob placed a hand on my shoulder, the other on Micah’s, and in an instant, the loud noise of the medical wing was replaced by the familiar comfort of our room. The air was quiet and calm, just the three of us together at last.

Micah sank onto the bed, exhaling as he relaxed into the soft sheets. I carefully placed Christian beside him, sitting close as I reached for Micah’s hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. He smiled at me, his eyes soft and full of love.

“Finally,” He murmured, letting out a breath of relief.

“It’s just us.” I leaned in, brushing a kiss over his forehead, letting the tension of the day melt away.

“It’s just us,” I replied, looking down at Christian, who was snugly wrapped in his blanket, sound asleep.

I took a deep breath, feeling the peace settle into my heart.

Here, with my mate and my son, I knew I’d found everything I’d ever wanted. And in this quiet moment, I promised myself that I’d protect them both with everything I had.