Make Me Forget✔

F I F T Y F O U R

Song Of The Chapter: I Bet My Life- Imagine Dragons

Conor's POV_

"No, baby. Put one hand under her head, and one around her body." Anastasia instructed me as I held Haven in my arms for the first time, trying to show me the correct way of holding my own child.

Me... a father. Insane, I know.

But I have to admit, the scary idea is sort of heart warming too, seeing I'm literally holding the brightest sunshine in my arms right now, as she closed her eyes softly, carelessly sleeping in her dad's arms like the angel she is.

Wow, I seriously sound so obsessed already, but at this point, I actually might be obsessed.

I mean, she looks so delicate and pure... and believe me, the only reason I'm nervous about holding her is because I don't want to disturb her peaceful sleep.

She's beautiful, and she's my daughter.

All of that hasn't sunk in yet, but now that I have her between my arms while I walk around the room, my hand touching her tiny soft one, my thumb running across her healthy, squishy cheek, I felt something I've never felt before.

I felt as if I really do have a purpose to carry on... you know?

I have somebody to look after, to take care of... to be there for. I have two, actually.

It's like something clicks in the head, and the urge of being here, exactly where I am right now, with all the exact same people by my side, feels undefeatable.

Speaking of the people I have by my side, mostly everybody but Jack and Joyce had just left from a visit.

A lot of my close friends and hers, my parents, and literally everybody you could think of was so impatient to see Haven, that they turned up straight away.

It was lovely seeing all the support we've been getting, but what made me the happiest was finally getting the chance, and the time, to carry my baby, and examine her features closely.

And I need to tell you, that feeling of randomly breaking down into tears because for once, my heart can not contain the warmth and the happiness I feel seems overwhelming and surreal for me.

I've experienced so much pain that the idea of being as happy as I am right now felt so out of reach, until this moment.

Everything was falling exactly into place; everything was perfect.

However, you know how in every single story, there's this "but" that literally changes everything, the one that turns the silence into chaos, and the peace into war?

Now, that's exactly what was about to go down when I turned around, my smile slowly fading away when I saw how everybody else in the room was pretty much froze by now, looking directly at the door where she stood, a plain beige dress covering her body, her curls laying over her shoulders, with a small, colorful bouquet in her arms, and a nervous smile on her face.

And by her, I mean the woman I never expected to see again.

Veronica.

God, not again.

I was taken aback by the surprising sight in front of me, everyone's eyes on me, waiting for my reaction.

But she didn't seem like she was here to attack, she looked decently happy; but the chances of all of those smiles being fake are high.

"Hey!" She breathed out uncomfortably, finally stepping into the hospital room where I was standing next to Anastasia's bed, with Haven still in my arms. "Congratulations on the baby!" Her voice was somehow shaking, but she managed to put her arms out to place the flowers in Anastasia's hands.