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Don't Let Me Be Gone

That picture is giving me heartache I can't even look anymore it's too cute

Troye's POV:

"...and then, we got back together again, after a while."

I was sitting next to Noah, in hospital explaining to her for the fifth time what happened during VidCon. She nodded, slowly, trying to soak up all the little details, without losing the important parts. She was trying her best to remember, I could see the strain in her eyes, but she had bigger things to worry about these days, so I was patient with her. I had no choice but to do so.

Our son, Angelo Christopher Sivan was born on December 18th, at 12:34 pm. He wasn't full term, but he came out fighting nonetheless, and got to a normal weight extremely quickly. He had tufts of dark wavy hair and fair skin like his mother, and striking blue eyes like mine. I was thankful, though, that most of his facial features resembled Noah's instead of mine. He was bound to be good looking that way. We decided on his name rather quickly, and without much argument on either side. We decided on it after he came out hardly crying at all, and the midwife had repeatedly called him a "little Angel". From then it stuck like glue.

"Would you mind holding him?" She asked timidly, looking down at the sleeping infant resting in her arms. "It's just that I need to use the bathroom."

"Of course I don't mind. He is my son after all."

She smiled at me softly and passed him over to me. He squirmed a little, and scrunched up his tiny face, before settling down again in my arms, and drifting back off to sleep.

Noah swung her legs over the bed, and grunted as she stood slowly. She was still healing from the C-section, which meant that everyday tasks like getting up to use the restroom were long and painful. She waddled off, unfazed by this, into the bathroom.

As soon as she was gone, I whipped out my phone and snapped a few pictures of the baby, to send Tyler. I had told Tyler about the birth, but he hadn't come to visit yet. He didn't want to cause any more stress than was necessary, regarding the whole amnesia situation. I hit send, ((picture attached above))and almost instantly got a reply from a hysterical Tyler.

--From: Tilly🍆
OMFF HES SO CUTE
MY NEPHEW I CANT
IM COMING RN
SEE YOU IN TEN--

I smiled down at the electronic device. Tyler's "being careful" technique was over almost as soon as it had begun.

I looked down at little Angelo, who's eyes were slowly opening.

"Good morning, buddy," I whispered.

My eyes drifted down to my phone which read 9:54 pm.

"Nevermind. It's evening, actually. Wow, you sleep a lot don't you." I held him up so it looked like he was standing up on my thighs. His eyes fluttered every now and again since he was still trying to wake up, and he let out a big yawn, and stretching out his tiny little fingers.

"You're so good with him."

My head snapped up to see Noah, shuffling back to her bed slowly.

"I-I thanks.." I stuttered, as she heaved herself back onto the bed. She smiled at me, watching me stroke his soft hair rhythmically. Her hair hung in a loose braid over one shoulder, and her grey eyes lit up as she looked over at me. I pondered to myself, how a person could look so emotionally and physically weak yet so beautiful simultaneously.

Perhaps it's because when a person is at their most vulnerable, they have nothing left to lose. They show you their weaknesses, all of their imperfections are on show. And those imperfections and flaws are what come together to ultimately make that person who they are. She was ripped a every edge, but still a masterpiece.