Eric Lets Go

Chapter 41

"One more push!" Anna yells at me. I've never sweat this much in my life, not even during initiation. My whole lower body aches and I feel like I have no energy left in me for one more push.

"I can't do it," I cry.

"Come on Soph, you can do it," Sam says from beside me.

"No, I can't," I wince in pain. Okay, I take that back. I just need this baby out of me. I squeeze his hand harder and squeeze my eyes shut. A tired, painful yell bursts out of my dry throat.

Suddenly, little baby cries fill my ears.

"You did it," Sam's voice makes me let out a relieved breath. His lips kiss my temple.

I look over to Eric's bed where he still lays there on life support. I convinced the nurses and doctors to keep him until our baby comes. I want them to at least meet each other once.

"Look," Sam says. He hands over my baby wrapped in a little blue blanket.

Tears come to my eyes just looking at him. "Hello there, little one," I whisper. I rub my finger across his cheek before lightly pressing a kiss to his forehead.

His eyes slowly blink open.

Steel.

Grey.

Eyes.

I smile at my newborn, "You have your father's eyes," he stares at me blankly. I lift my arm up more so that those little eyes could see the man in the bed next to me. "See him? That's your dad."

He starts to cry but I guess my new mother instincts kicked in because I coo him quietly to sleep.

I look up to Sam who's sitting at the edge of my bed, smiling and watching closely.

"You wanna hold him?" I ask.

"Yeah," he smiles. I hand him over carefully. "Hey little guy," he whispers. We haven't really picked out a name yet. Both Sam and I want something strong and meaningful. I already told him I wanted his middle name to be Matthew, just like Eric's. And we discussed that his last name would be Coulter. It only made sense since it is Eric's son.

"He's so cute," Sam looks up at me with a big smile. If you ask me, I would say Sam had glossy eyes from joyful tears he's choking back on.

I smile softly at the two. I know Sam is going to be a great father and husband.

Yup. That's right. He proposed last month in a very nontraditional way. Not that any other way I was proposed to was traditional.

~~Flashback to 1 month ago~~

We were just chillin on his bed late at night talking about the baby when he blurts out, "If we are going to raise this child together, why don't we just get married?"

I looked at him baffled. I guess I never really thought about it. I mean in my head I knew I'd just stick by his side but never really gave marriage any thought.

It did make sense though. I was practically living here. I only went back to Eric's apartment to go through all of Eric's stuff. I don't intend on getting rid of any of it or giving away his apartment. I plan on keeping it so that one day, our son can go through it and learn about his father.

"Yeah I guess," I shrugged.

He raises an eyebrow at me. "Yeah I guess?" He mocks me. "Don't sound too happy."

"No, I am. I'd love too," I pull him closer to me by the neck. "You didn't think I'd ask you to be my child's father and then marry someone else, did you?" A playful smile dances on my lips.