Talking To The Moon [z.m.]

40: Promises

Faith's POV

Everything in my life was changing. One day I'm living alone with a small being inside me and the next I come home with a brand new person whom I have to take care of and raise. Life was strange. But it gives me opportunities to experience new things, and my son was one of them.

Bringing Alex home for the first time was one of the days I wouldn't forget. I already had so much love for him and to be able to keep him and have him with me was an indescribable feeling. I was happy. It felt weird to feel like that after so long, felt so foreign.

"Do you need anything else?" Anastasia asks me after she sets down my bag down in the living room. It's two days after I give birth when I'm able to come back home.

I carry Alex in my arms, feeling him softly breathe as he continues to sleep. I look around the apartment, making sure that everything is in its place. Shaking my head, I say, "No, I think I'm good. Thank you."

She smiles, walking slowly to where I stand in the middle of the living room. She puts her hand on my shoulder, peering over the baby. "How long do you think he'll stay asleep?"

I shrug, shaking my head. "I'm not sure, but he hasn't been much trouble with sleeping. He's never woken me up between eleven and eight." I fix Alex's little hoodie on his head so it isn't covering his eyes anymore. "I don't know, I'll wait and see."

"Faith..." Anastasia murmurs. I look up and see sincerity in her eyes. "As your friend, I've witnessed every struggle you've experienced since he left." She doesn't try to mention his name. Probably because she thinks that I'll fall to the ground at the sound of mentioning him. "I'm really happy for you, Faith. Him..." She looks down, grinning at the baby in my arms. "This little baby... He's going to be good for you, I promise. He'll make you happy again."

The baby moves in my arms, tearing my eyes away from Anastasia's emotional ones. My heart warms with the sight. A small three day old human already captured my entire heart. He was my hope. My own faith that everything was going to be alright. "He already is," I reply truthfully.

After Anastasia leaves, I'm left alone. Though, I'm not alone anymore. My son, my Alex, was by my side. There was a strong feeling in me that promised that he wasn't going to leave me. Not like he had.

When he wakes, he doesn't let out a single cry. Instead, he stares up at me and together we form a connection that didn't need a single word involved. I roam around the apartment, holding him and showing him around though my eyes never leave sight of his.

"Hi, sweetheart," I say after nearly an hour of just walking around. "I just wanted to show you around your new home. I know it's not luxurious but it's full of love and... And I promise that I'll make it as joyful and safe as I possibly can." I vow, reaching over and holding his small hand in mine.

"This is a new chapter in my life and to be quite honest, I'm nervous as hell." I laugh. "But it makes it more exciting knowing that you're going to be here every step of the way." I let him know, his familiar brown eyes peering up at me. "Zayn - Your dad... Well, let's just say that I've always been used to having him around. And everything's been hard for me since he's left." I pause, feeling my eyes start to water. I sniff, blinking the tears away before I'm able to move on. "But this is you and me, and we're going to do this together, okay? We'll be teammates."

There's little movement before the baby stays still and I feel him breathe against me. A warm smile erupts on my face before I lean down and kiss his little knuckles on his hands. I walk to my room and lay him down in a way where his head is rested on a pillow. I take the time to change into pajamas and go to the bathroom.