Traitor (Renji Yomo x Reader) [Continued in a second book!]

Addition To The Family

Moments passed by in which I could feel them doing something to my abdomen. I couldn't feel any pain, I only felt them do something. Tugging, pulling - it was all very faint but I could tell they were doing something to my skin. Therefore the epidural anesthetic really helped. Being even number than I already was due to the coma, was quite uncomfortable, though.

However, I did feel more and more lightheaded. I kept losing blood - too much blood. Eventually, my eyes kept attempting to close themselves, as if I was falling asleep. The only things keeping me awake were my reoccurring panic and Renji who continuously either played with my hair or tugged on my hand. I didn't even realize that he had to dress into an operating room garb until some time passed. Needlessly to say, I was at a brink of passing out the entire time.

And then it finally happened. I heard screaming. A baby's screaming.

My eyes shot open, I suddenly felt awake again. Though I was so tired, adrenaline rushed through my veins and gave me a temporary wave of energy.

"Happy birthday, little man!" a nurse proclaimed happily as I felt something being pulled out of me.

"Little.. Man.." I whispered as I heard him cry.

My mouth fell agape and I gulped hard. I knew I-.. Renji and I wouldn't be able to see him right away, he'd be cleaned and weighed first. They also had to stitch me up before I could properly hold him. And before they could stitch me up, the placenta had to be delivered.

Because I desperately wanted to know anything about my son but couldn't move, I glanced up at Renji, hoping to be able to read something from his expression.

"C-can you see him?" I stuttered, my heart racing faster than ever.

This moment felt surreal. I couldn't imagine that after all these years, I had a baby. But my fear wasn't gone yet - he could still be deformed, missing a limb or having any other disease. At least he wasn't a stillborn.

Renji's eyes were widened as well, he stared into the distance - probably looking at what was our baby. He started sucking in his lip and then he gulped.

He can see our son.

His eyes started filling with tears as he slowly nodded, replying to my question.

"W-what does he look like?" I mumbled, my eyes scanning the room in hopes to see his reflection in something.

"He's beautiful" he replied quietly, squeezing my hand lightly.

The only reason for why I agreed to us holding hands was, that I wanted to pretend we were going to be a happy family. I wanted to pretend that I was here with my loving husband, awaiting our first child. I didn't want to be reminded of what he did, I wanted to pretend it never happened. At least for this moment, all I wanted was to be happy. No negative thoughts should disrupt it.

"Congratulations, you gave birth to a perfectly healthy baby boy" the nurse taking care of him spoke from afar, she was probably measuring him right now.