Chapter fifty eight

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Ten fingers and ten toes and a head full of dark hair my baby girl was perfect apart from the fact she wasn't breathing rina held my hand through the whole 11 hours it took to give birth to her you'd think it would have been quick but no it's like it was natures way of hurting me even more rina had gone to try and ring mark to see where they were she'd been gone a while the door opened I looked up it was glen I let out a sob and he was by my side in an instant he kissed my head and looked down at our daughter he let out a sob stroking her head "you can hold her" I told him I handed her over to him "she's perfect liv" "I know" glen spent a while holding her before a nurse came in telling us she was sorry but she would have to take her from us I actually screamed I didn't want to say goodbye to her just yet in the end I was so distraught the doctor gave me a sedative to calm me down I kept waking up and drifting back off when I came to glen was at the side of my bed he looked over when he heard me move "I thought for a minute it was a bad dream" I said "fraid not" he told me holding my hand "where's ruby" "still at my mums" "you must be tired" "don't worry about me liv I'm ok it's you I'm worried about I'm sorry I wasn't here" "it's not your fault everything was fine we didn't know that this was going to happen" "you went through it alone liv I should have been here" "it wouldn't have changed anything rina was here I wasn't alone" he started sobbing I got out of bed and sat on his knee pulling him into my arms holdin him while he cried for our daughter there was a knock at the door mark and rina came in "hey jut wondering if you want a lift home" mark asked "I don't know if I can go home" "want me to ask" rina asked me I nodded the nurse came in and examined me and said I was free to go rina dropped us off home I went and sat down on the sofa glen sat at the side of me pulling me into his arms as the tears started again for both of us

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