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The Small Things

Heyo, haven't really been pumping out chapters as fast as I'd like, especially considering I'd like to wrap this story up hopefully within the next 10 of them, (depending on how my pacing goes with the story itself.) I do plan on doing an epilogue as well on top of that.
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This would be because I've started working on my next story, trying to plan out the plot-line and characters etc etc.
Anywho, thanks for reading
Much love, Rose 🥀

JASPER'S POV

Going with Alex yesterday to meet our son, was one of the most surreal experiences of my whole existence. I still can't believe Oliver is a part of our lives now, and that we'll have to tackle being parents, together.

To be honest, I'm still caught in the emotions of it all though, the image of him seared into my brain, so tiny and fragile, wires hooked all over the place. While it does make me sad, I couldn't be happier with Dr. Heidi, and I'm so thankful that her team has been nothing but a blessing.

And on the side-note of reality, and it checking me in for a rather long stay... Alex has been more than adamant about making sure we have both a safe to live after the hospital stay. All while ordering an absolutely absurd amount of baby products online, and continuing to work virtually from his laptop here at the hospital.

I've never seen somebody multi-task the way he has been the last few days, it's honestly fucking boggling.

"Hey love?," Alex asks softly, dragging my attention to his handsome self perched in the uncomfortable hospital chair beside my bed, "so what were you thinking for a nursery theme?...we have so far: Winnie the Pooh, woodland animals, and outer space for the top three contestants."

I forget sometimes that Alex has gone through all this before, well, not the whole stalker and almost getting killed part, but the having a child part.

He's made it seem like everything is so simple, from asking nurses what formula he should make sure to stock, and having both preemie diapers and newborn diapers ordered for when we take Oliver home, wherever that will be. We were supposed to take our time and look through homes together, but for the time being Alex is just trying to find somewhere that isn't our old apartment.

I can't help this feeling uselessness when it comes to everything revolving around this itty bitty human, choosing where to live, and what to do next. Never once did I imagine the idea of being a parent before meeting Alex, let alone to a preemie after being attacked. So forgive me, while I sit here in this bed, unsure of the nursery setup I'd like—because in all honestly I'm not sure.

"I—um, I like Winnie the Pooh." My voice is quieter than I expected.

Alex's brows furrow at my uncertainty, before his expression softens all together.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, placing a hand on top of my own, squeezing it gently.

"For—for what?" I ask.

"Because I've been sitting here for two hours spitting question after question at you," he sighs, using his other hand to both close the laptop, and place it on the bedside table beside us.

While Alex isn't wrong, he's most definitely been barraging me with endless questions, I haven't minded the shift in focus from the other shit that's been clogging my brain.