Two new members in the FBI (Rewritten)

Chapter 31

Previously on Two new members in the FBI

Jackson's Pov

As the day went on, I felt a little more like myself. I was still tired, still sore, and still carrying the weight of everything we'd been through. But for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe a little easier. Boston was growing stronger, and so was I.

And as I sat there, holding Stiles's hand and watching our son sleep peacefully, I realized that being a parent wasn't about being perfect. It wasn't about never feeling scared or overwhelmed. It was about showing up, every single day, and doing everything you could for the little life that depended on you.

I could do that. I could be Boston's dad. And no matter how hard it got, I knew I wouldn't be doing it alone. Stiles and I were a team, and together, we would face whatever came next.

This was just the beginning, and we were ready for it.

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Jackson's Pov

August 7th

Nine days. Nine days since Boston came into our lives, and every one of those days felt like a whirlwind. Each day was a new victory, a new challenge, and a new step toward bringing our son home. The fear that had been an ever-present companion was still there, but with each passing day, it felt just a little easier to breathe. There were still moments of uncertainty—moments when I could feel my heart race, my chest tighten with worry—but those moments were getting fewer. I was beginning to believe that maybe, just maybe, we could do this.

Today felt different, though. Today was a milestone.

Boston had started nursing.

It was one of those moments I had been waiting for—hoping for. In the NICU, where everything felt so sterile and clinical, I had been counting down the days until I could hold my son in my arms in a way that felt natural. Until I could feed him, nurture him the way I had always imagined. I had known this moment would come, but now that it was here, I found myself feeling both excited and incredibly nervous.

I sat beside Boston's incubator, my hand resting gently on the edge of it as I watched him sleep peacefully. The soft rise and fall of his chest, the faint sound of the oxygen monitor beeping steadily—everything felt just a little bit more peaceful today. The nurse had been in earlier to update us, and she had mentioned that Boston's ability to latch had improved, that he was beginning to show signs of wanting to nurse rather than rely on the feeding tube and bottle feeding. It was a small thing, but to me, it was everything.

"Hey," Stiles's voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to see him standing beside me, a warm smile on his face. His eyes were tired—exhausted, really—but there was something about the way he looked at me, at Boston, that always made my heart swell.

"Hey," I replied, smiling back at him. "How are you?"

"Tired," Stiles said with a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "But good. I think we're finally starting to make some headway with him."

I nodded, glancing down at Boston. "Yeah. Today feels like a big day. He started nursing."

Stiles's face lit up, a proud grin spreading across his face. "Really? That's incredible."

I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. "Yeah. The nurse said it's a good sign. It's one more step toward getting him strong enough to come home."

Stiles leaned in, gently brushing his fingers over Boston's tiny hand as he looked at him. "He's a fighter, just like his dads."

I laughed softly, my heart filling with warmth. "Yeah, he is."