Truth kept

Chapter twentyfour - I see him... for now!

"I want our baby back," I sighed as I flopped down onto the bed.

"We know that he needs to stay here for a bit longer, and so do you," Mitch replied kissing me on the cheek.

"I aint stupid Mitch, but why our baby? Why him that has to be premeture? Why our baby that has to be kept from his parents?" I asked

"We'll get him back soon, I promise,"

His warm words planted a smile onto my lips.

"Um, Ali?" A different nurse walked in and came over to my bed side.

"Yes that is me,"

"We might need to do a few tests," The nurse told me

The smile flew away from my lips and my jaw dropped. "WHY?"

"Just for backup as to why your baby was premature, and to make sure you are defiantly alright,"

"I hate needles!" I worriedly said

"We can't let you go, if we don't do some few checks first," She explained to me

I stiffened up as I saw the needle in her hand trying to break through my skin.

"You need to relax otherwise it will hurt even more," The nurse warned me.

The needle finally made contact with my body and pierced my skin. The fluid went into my system and I winced as the small pricking sensation suddenly made me tense. Which of course meant it would hurt more.

"Thankyou," The nurse said.

'For what' I thought to myself... for letting you ruin my skin with a injection? For making me nearly burst into tears? Geez! 

"Well done bab," Mitch said taking ahold of my hand.

I smiled up at him. I was feeling kind of weary. But one certain action made my life complete. Made me want to get up and dance my life away. Made my life flash before my eyes.

Mitch could see where I was coming from too, and there it was... my life in my arms. His life in my arms.

I kissed my little bundle all over his tiny little head.

Mitch came rushing over to his creation. I could tell as soon as he layed eyes on him he instantly loved him.

Alfie was so tiny. His little fingers gripped around one of mine. His cute button nose wriggling around. His big blue eyes searching for something to settle on, and his little legs kicking around like he was a legendary footballer.

Now nothing could get this smile off my face. It had been nearly four days since I hadn't seen my son. I was overwhelmed when the doctor placed him in my arms.

"Can I hold him?" Mitch asked

"Please darling, not yet... please." I begged him.

I could see that had the urge to just snatch him out of my hand. But luckily he followed my wishes.

The drug was starting to kick in and I started to drop off. I was forcing my eyes to open. I didn't want to give up my baby again. I wanted to stay awake for ever, just to see his face. I felt my arms loosen. I didn't want to let him go. But the fluids were taking over.

"Woah there," Mitch said running over and grabbing Alife.

"I'm sorry," I said weakly.

"You need to catch some z's."

"I want my baby, give him back," I said raising my arms.

"No," Mitch sharply replied.

"Did you just say no to me?" I tutted.

I pulled a wire from my arm and I instantly got a hot flush.

"You need that wire Ali!" Mitch warned me.

"And I need my baby back,"

"I thought you trusted me Ali?"

"Well obviously not if you can't even give your baby to its mother,"

I am the dad!" He shouted.

I got up and went to snatch my baby back. "Yeah, unfortu....."

I fell straight to the floor and in a second just blacked out.