"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~80~ "Congratulations."

~Noah~

"What?—" My ears darted back.

"He's been diagnosed with ADS, or Atrial septal defect. A hole in the tissue of his heart." The doctor spoke as he stood in front of me in the hallway, the sound of beeping and nurses yelling throughout the hospital filled my senses.

He?

"It's a boy?" I tilted my head.

Holy shit, I have a son.

"Oh- the nurse didn't come tell you?"

"No." I gritted my teeth.

"Well- congratulations." He mumbled.

"Will he be okay?" I ran a hand through my hair, taking in a short breath.

"We aren't.. totally sure."

I stared down at the ground.
My hand ran down my face, "Okay.." I whispered, "Thank you." I pinched the bridge of my nose.
He spoke something I wasn't listening to before walking away.

My chest lifted up with a deep breath, trying to find a way to stay calm and not either break down or fucking punch that doctor.
I wasn't sure yet.

I slumped down into a chair by the door, resting my head in my hand and rubbing my eyes.

I hadn't even fucking met my son yet, and I could have already lost him.
The door opened, I lifted my head, wiping my cheeks to rid of any tears I may have let fall.

Rose and Posi walked out, "He fell asleep." Posi said. They looked down at me, soon noticing my stressed stare as they stopped their movements and glanced at each other.
"Are you okay?" She tilted her head.

"My son has a fucking hole in his heart." I sharply laughed, sniffing as I laughed through tears I didn't even know were there. I wiped them away with my hand.

"A hole?" Posi lightly crossed her arms, ears falling down with concern.

"It's a condition in newborns where the tissue in the heart doesn't fully develop properly and leads to a hole, effecting his blood flow." Rose turned her head to Posi, explaining it like second nature.

"Is he.. alright?" She quietly spoke, unsure if it was a stupid question to ask.

"In surgery. Motherfucking doctor wouldn't tell me anything." I growled,  gesturing in front of me to god knows where.

There was no one to blame, and it pissed me off. There was no one I could get mad at or hate. It just.. happened. And I can't fucking do anything about it.
I hated not having control.

"Can we do anything?" Rose asked, I exhaled a breath.

"Just- watch Willow for tonight, will you?" I leaned my head back and shut my eyes, I was so drained. I felt like there was nothing left in my body to speak or even blink.

"Of course." One of them responded. "Let us know if you need a change of clothes, or food, or anything." They continued.

I nodded, "Thank you." My voice quietly uttered, hearing their boots clack on the linoleum floor as they walked away.
My legs still felt weak with exhaustion as I stood up, stepping back into the room where Michael laid, curled up on his side in bed, fast asleep.

I slumped down into the chair next to his bed, resting my head in my hands in the space next to his stomach.
His eyes opened slightly, he repositioned, moving closer to rest his hand on my arm, just wanting to have some contact with me since we couldn't both fit on the bed.
"Why are you sad?.." He mumbled, still barely conscious from the anaesthesia, only sensing my off scent.