Tragically Beautiful

twenty four part two

'Demi? Are you awake sweetie?' His accent was far too familiar.

I was in an empty room, on a rock hard bed, wearing the ugliest of dresses.

Where am I?

It was me, Wilmer, and an unfamiliar doctor in that little room. Wilmer was by my side, and told me he has been since I passed out.

Passed out?

Little did I know I had just given birth three hours before. The doctor told me about what had happened, and mentioned that my running had torn some stitches and I would need to stay in the hospital for a few days longer. I had passed out in the psychiatric room, and then I was transferred to a recovery room in the maternity wing. They understood why I felt the way I did. Thank god for that, but my biggest question of all was how my baby was doing.

'Doc, how is he?' I asked, with Wilmer right there by my side.

Wilmer had a slight smile on his face, so I assumed the baby was just fine.

I was right.

'Your baby was born with a hole in his heart, which caused his heart valves to function abnormally, but he is doing good as of right now. You can actually see him if you want. He may be hungry. Will you be breastfeeding?' The doctor asked.

'Yes, I will be. Thank God he's okay. What does a whole in his heart mean? Do they just fill it up and is he good to go?' I was very concerned.

'Well, you see Demi we wish it was that easy. We are not going to perform surgery on him, and we believe the hole is small enough to heal itself. Monthly check ups will be necessary until he is around two, so we can see if any setbacks in growth and development have occurred. For the time being, I'll call a nurse to bring him on in for you.' The doctor smiled and left.

As soon as the nurse rolled in my infant, I sobbed. He was so precious, and he was all mine. Wilmer teared up as well.

'My babies.' He said, kissing me on the forehead.

The baby was hungry, but I was so scared to breastfeed for the first time. I asked if the nurse would step out, and I told Wilmer to look away. That's how scared I was. I unbuttoned my hospital gown, and placed the babies head on my arm. It seemed like he knew what to do, because when I put the baby up to my breast, he immediately began to suck. It felt weird, but it didn't hurt.

One of my favorite parts of being pregnant, was that my boobs were huge towards the end. I went up two cup sizes, but unfortunately that was not permanent.

'Demi we need to name him.' Wilmer said running his hands through my hair while I had a baby latched onto my chest.

I sighed; 'I know, I know. I just will never be able to settle on just one. I'll love it one week and want to change it the next.'

'I get it baby. We have time, don't stress about it. It'll come to you. Why don't I grab us some Starbucks while you feed the baby?' Wilmer said.

'I'm not hungry Wil. Why don't you go grab a coffee and meet my mom? She texted me about 5 minutes ago saying she was on her way.'

'Sure thing sweetie.' He kissed my forehead, and our babies forehead, and left the room.

About ten minutes later, my mom, Wilmer, and my little sister Madison came into the room. My mom was already in tears as she walked through the door.

'My baby!' She said reaching her arms out for my infant who was bundled up on my chest.

'Hi mom, I'm doing great thanks for asking!' I said in a sarcastic tone.

'Hi baby!' she said, kissing me on the cheek; 'how have you been?'

'Good.' I replied, with the understanding that my mom had no idea what has gone on in the past 12 hours other than the birth of my child.

Wilmer sat in the corner of the room with a smile on his face. I could tell he was happy, even if he was too ashamed to admit it. He's always been the type to express his emotions rather than talk about them.

My sister took the baby from my mothers arms. It made me so happy to see my family adoring something that I created.

I just wish my dad was here to see him, but I know he's watching over me and my baby, and he's proud as hell.

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A few days later, Wilmer and I decided it was time to pack up, since I literally brought my entire bedroom with me to the hospital. We cleared out the fitness room in our apartment which we decided would be the nursery, but we had no time to set it up. I think I'll send Wilmer home a day early so he can paint and build while I'm here with the baby recovering. I refuse to take this baby home without a place for him to sleep, even though I'm too attached to even put him down anywhere else other than in my arms. It's only been about a day since the birth of my child and he has already stolen my heart. Wilmer better watch out.

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hey! thanks for reading part two of chapter 24! sorry I haven't updated in awhile, but the next chapter is the final chapter of this fic :( vote/comment if I should write another dilmer fic like this one... so weird to think I started this fic almost two years ago and It's almost over. I love you all so much <3