"Mr. Sheeran, meet your little girl." The doctor says to me as she hands me a beautiful little creature. I take her into my arms, holding her tightly. She was wrapped in a thick, yellow blanket with a orange hat over her head. I lift the hat letting the small, dark red curls fall from it. My hair was the same color when I was first born. Well, at least what I seen in pictures. That means she has my hair.
I really hope she has her mums beautiful, stormy blue eyes. She has her mums tiny button nose and my pink colored lips. God, she is so small.
She was perfect in every way. Just like her mum. I look at the bed where my girlfriend of two years lays as she is being stitched up.
She had an emergency c-section after having a complicated pregnancy in the last month. She had early contractions when she was seven months along, putting her on bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy. Also, causing our baby to be born three weeks premature.
The doctor tells me that there is no health problems that she could see. But, she is very under weight but that is normal in pre-mi's.
"Can I show her to her mum?" I ask feeling the tears swell in my eyes.
The doctor smiles and nods. I walk over to Amelia. She looked so tired. Her blue eyes are more grey and dark circles line them.
She puts a slight smile on her face when she sees me cradling our baby in my arms. I lift the baby up so she could see her.
"You did so good Amelia." I say leaning down kissing her forehead and letting her kiss the baby's cheek. Amelia offers a weak smile.
"What is the baby's name?" A nurse asks with a huge grin plastered to her face.
"Anna Rae Sheeran," Amelia answers weakly. Her eyes were closed and her voice breathy. It worried me but, what did I know? I have never had a baby.
The nurse nods still smiling and writes rapidly on a clip board. I glance back down at Amelia. They have finished stitching her up. She doesn't look very well. I was about to speak up when the doctor tells us she is ready to go back to her room.
"Mr. Sheeran, if you could hand Anna to the nurse, she will be taking footprints and checking her out again."
I hand Anna to the nurse, who then puts her in a incubator to be wheeled into the examination room.
I return to Amelia's side holding her hand while they start to wheel her back to her room. I glance over to her and she is sound asleep.
Once back in the room, I watch Amelia sleep. She doesn't seem peaceful. It looks more like she is in pain.
The nurse brought Anna back to the room a few hours ago in a new blue blanket that Amelia's mum knitted for her.
It is about one in the morning and I just started to doze off when I hear Anna start to cry. I stand up an run over to her plastic crib. I scoop her up in my arms, holding her close to my chest.
"Shhh, don't cry Anna Banana." I lightly sing as I bounce on my heals. "I bet you are hungry." I say as I reach for the call nurse button. I notice the nurse walk in with a small bottle in her hand.
"I was just about to call for you." I laugh.
"Doesn't surprise me." She hands me the bottle. "You are quite the natural."
"Really?" I ask
"Of course!" She softly yells. "It usually takes a few weeks for a parent to recognize the cries of their baby."
I smile to myself as the nurse pats my shoulder. "You will be a great father. You have nothing to worry about. " she states before walking out of the room.
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We'll be alright. (Ed Sheeran fanfic)
FanfictionI'm sorry this happened to you. My daughter. You have been left with my hair and you have your mothers eyes. God had a plan for her and I still don't know why. But, we'll be alright.
