Broken and saved

Survivor

Hayden’s P.O.V

It had been a week since my son’s had been born. Our little boy in the ICU is doing well, and they hope to release him soon.

We had decided on the names of the babies a few days ago. Our first born is now proudly named Noah Hayden, our next born is Chase Copper, and our precious baby boy in the ICU is named Bentley Rae.

We had been so proud to have their names placed on their little identity bracelets. The feeling of signing their birth certificates and having my name on there, was indescribable. The feeling of truly being a dad to three precious baby boys.

I loved my son’s more than anything, and I would be spending the next eighteen years looking after them and teaching them, after all, one day they will be the Alphas of my pack.

Noah screamed out loudly from his crib next to Alexis’ hospital bed, his small hands in fists, flailing wildly, and small tears in his eyes. Noah is the only one who out of the boys has shown Alpha traits, including being very demanding.

I gently pick him up trying not to disturb Alexis who is still asleep. As soon as he is held to my chest he begins banging his fist on it and sucking on my shirt.

Sighing, I realise he is hungry. I gently shake Alexis awake.

“Baby, come on, Noah’s hungry, and unless you want me to make up a bottle of formula for him…”

I am quickly cut off by my mates harsh reply “If you even think of feeding our son with than un-natural, filthy, fake milk then I will do something to you that I don’t want to mention in front of our week old son!” her voice is harsh and her eyes look like they are trying to kill me, but I know it’s because she is a new mummy, and only wants our son’s to have what’s best.

“Sorry baby, I promise not to think about giving our sons that ‘thing that I will not name’ ever again” I tell her.

“Good, now hand me my son” she says with a small smile, and I know I am forgiven.

She undoes the front of the hospital gown, showing of her full breasts that have substantially grown since she has been pregnant, a sight that makes me growl and shiver in anticipation of leaving the hospital.

I place Noah into her arms and he is immediately silent, opening up his tear filled eyes and staring at his mommy in admiration. Alexis kisses both his tear stained cheeks and wipes away the stray tears with her thumbs, then lies him down and places his face to her breast. At first he has some trouble latching onto the nipple, but soon after my assistance he is latched on firmly, and happily has his first feed of the day.

I sit on the bed next to them, stroking Noah’s head with my hand. Alexis smiles up at me, a small sweet smile that melts my heart. I kiss her on the top of her head and place an arm around her shoulder, watching peacefully as he feeds our son.

Alexis gently rocks from side to side with Noah, lulling him to sleep as he comes to the end of his feed.

The doctor has said that he wants to keep Alexis, Noah and Chase in for another few days to observe her healing and the boy’s progress.

On the other hand, it could be a month or more before Bentley is released from the hospital.

At the moment he is on a ventilator, temperature monitor, ECG and blood pressure monitor, an IV pump, Umbilical artery catheter, oxygen saturation monitor and a feeding tube.

There were so many tubes attached to him that the first time that Alexis and I saw him, she burst into tears, and soon I followed. He was so tiny, so fragile.