Tasha is back with another chapter for you hehe
*Matt*
I sat by Jasmine's side, it had been a couple of hours for her to wake up but little signs were showing she was coming round. I grabbed her hand feeling her warmth against my skin she still had a small bump but from what it was before. she groaned moving her head towards me.
"what happened? where am I" her other hand and covered her eyes
"Jasmine, you're in hospital remember" she removed her hand and her eyes me mine she jolted back
"don't touch me" she seethed then touch her now shrunken bump. her eyes bulged in alarm
"where's my baby tell me" i sat at her side on the bed and shush her until she remained quite
"just listen then protest all you want hit me if you like just listen okay?" she nodded her head and I continued
"we have a boy and right now he's being look after. he is really ill, he was premature and for the first few minutes he wasn't breathing, they had to resuscitate him, he is in an incubator now." I told her she started crying I tried to hug her but she pushed me off. I felt guilt seep through.
"I want to see him" she stated I nodded and went to get a wheelchair and help. I walked her down to where our son was fighting to be with us when I thought I would try talk with her.
"he's strong Jasmine stubborn a fight like you, he's also handsome" I informed her but she never replied just messed with her fingers. we made our way in and washed our hands before opening the little window. she cried as I watched her stoke his fingers
"hey baby its mommy" she sniffed I grabbed a seat
"what are we going to name you?" I wondered taking his other little hand I pained me to see my little son like this wired up and him fighting to survive but if he was anything like his mother there would be no problem.
"James" she answered then met my eye
"he looks like a James." I grinned at her. well at least it's a start. I looked back at James when something came into my head, the name that made me realise I had truly fell in love with the mother of my son.
"what about Daniel for his middle name after the little boy your helped in mother care" another reaction which made me swell inside was when she smiled bright and happy but in the eyes I could she was still hurting I had a lot to make up for and I was sure going to work my arse off for her to trust me again. she looked back and James stroking his little fingers.
"even though right now I want to slap and curse under sun at you. even though you lied to me I want him to have your last name. James Daniel Smith" I started crying again and smiled whatever is happening between us she wants him to have my last name.
"I love it James Daniel Smith. our son born 11th May 2012. Hello" we sat there who know how long for. right then there was no fighting not insults or sense of betrayal it was just two parents sitting with their son being happy and content in that moment.
