If I was to lose this baby, I'd lose everything. Jack, myself, and so on. "Listen to me, (y/n)," Mads held my hand and my head. I was crying my eyes out and she was trying to keep me under control. "The baby came out with his umbilical cord wrapped around him. He's all fine now, but it was difficult." She assured me. "My baby's okay?" I had to reiterate that. "He's okay, (y/n)." Jack came by my side. I put my hand on his jaw and then his neck. Pulling him down into a hug, I felt reconnected. "Mr McLoughlin, a word?" The leading doctor took Jack out of the room. The door closed and I was left with Mads and my baby. "Can I see him?" I asked, wanting to be next to Noah. "Course." She helped me up and lead me to his tiny bed. For the first time, I saw my boy. Wrapped in hospital blankets on a faux fur mattress, Noah already had a little grin on his face. He was everything i would hoped he'd be. A gorgeous little man, small, happy and finally healthy. He wrapped his tiny hand around my pinky finger and whispered down to him. "Hi baby, it's your mama." I couldn't help but smile with a small tear trickling off my jaw and to the ground. This was real. My baby was out. He was here. Jack quietly came back into the room and took my hand into his, gently stroking Noah's hair back. "You ready to get sorted and take him home?" He said with a kiss. This is when our life with Noah Trevelyan would begin...
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