My life-coronation street fan fiction

Oliver

It had been a week now since the twins were born. Our son, who we'd decided to name Oliver Charles Thompson, was helping us both deal with the loss of our daughter, who we decided to name Beau Grace Thompson. I had been let out of hospital a few days ago, but I was still there everyday, going to see Ollie. Charlie came as much as he could, but he still had the pub to sort out, and he knew how much I wanted to be with Ollie. Everyday, I would go into the hospital, I'd hold onto his tiny hands and talk to him and touch him. Charlie and I both knew that Beau's strength was in Ollie.

One night, it was about 8, the time I usually left Oliver to go home. One of the nurses came up to me and said, 

"The doctor has said that Oliver might be able to come off the ventilator tomorrow, which means you'll be able to hold him." I smiled and said goodbye to Ollie before leaving the hospital and driving home.

I went in the back door of the pub and put my bag and coat on the bannister. Charlie was stood in the bar serving drinks. I went through, wrapping my arms around his waist. He turned around almost instantly and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed me.

"They are going to take him off the ventilator tomorrow, and I'm going to get to hold my baby boy." I said to him and kissed him again. Charlie smiled as I pulled away,

"I'll come to the hospital tomorrow, and we can see him together." he said before putting me down to serve a customer.

The next morning, I woke up and showered and got dressed. I went downstairs and made Charlie and I some breakfast and took it up to him. While he then showered, I went into the twins' room. My Mum had cleared most of the things that were supposed to be for Beau, which I knew I didn't want to do. I wanted to remember Beau through Ollie and not spend the first few weeks of Ollie's life, sorting through Beau's things. I picked out some things for Oliver in the smallest sizes we had, the nurses said we could put him in some vests, now that he was coming off the ventilator.

At around 10, Charlie and I left the pub to go to the hospital, we parked the car and went into the hospital. We made our way to the Neo-natal department. We washed our hands and went into the room where Oliver was.

We had been there for about an hour, when the doctor came in and told us they were going to take Ollie off his ventilator. Charlie and I held onto each other watching as tubes were moved and detached and buttons were pressed. We watched anxiously. 

"He's now breathing on his own." The doctor said looking at us both, we both smiled and Charlie pulled me into him, put his arm around me and kissed my head.

A while later, once Ollie had been checked him over,they asked if I'd like to hold him, I nodded and they gave me a chair where I sat. The nurse carefully took him out of the incubator. He was so tiny, and still did have some tubes attached to him. She placed Oliver on my chest and I held to tightly onto him. The nurse then placed a blanket over him as he lay quietly on my chest.

"Hey baby boy," I said to him as I tightly stroked his head with my thumb, he had a small amount of light brown hair on his tiny head, which was soft. I held him for a while and Charlie and I both spoke to him. He stroked his head and kissed it.

It had been a few weeks now since that day, today we are bringing Oliver home. Charlie and I both went into the hospital that morning with the car seat and a bag for everything for Ollie. We arrived on the ward, where Ollie was lying in his cot. I picked him up and held him tightly in my arms. He was still very small but bigger than the first time I held him.