Epilogue) Happy Birthday, Baby Boy (1 Year Old)

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Epilogue) Happy Birthday, Baby Boy (1 Year Old)

I sat in the lounge with Coley on my knee. In the centre of the coffee table sat a birthday cake with just one candle in it. Today is actually my little boy’s birthday, he’s one!

Around me, both members from mine and Jackson’s family were sat- even Fletcher had come back from Australia just for this moment.

Everyone began to sing “Happy Birthday” to Coley as I bounced him on my knee along with the tune.

‘Happy birthday dear Coley, happy birthday to you,’ I sang quietly in his ear, he giggled at each word that left my mouth; is my singing really that bad?

Once the song had finished and we’d done three little cheers for the birthday boy, I blew the single candle out.

‘Happy birthday, baby,’ I smiled as I handed Coley to Jackson who was sat beside me. ‘Okay, who wants the first slice?’ I questioned as I picked up the knife.

Louisa’s hand shot in the air as she jumped up from the armchair. ‘I call dibs,’ she shouted as she walked over to me before shoving her plate out to me. I shook my head at my best friend’s behaviour before cutting a slice from the cake.

‘Here you go,’ I smirked as I slid the cake onto Louisa plate. She cheered a little before walking over to where she was sat beside Luca.

            Everyone was chatting about things, I was just walking around to make sure that everyone was entertained; I have to try and be the perfect host for both families.

I wondered into the hallway with Coley in my arms, I only stopped when I reached the mirror. Coley was trying to grab his reflection which I found adorable.

‘Can you believe it babe, exactly a year ago today you were bought into this world; at twelve, fifty-four pm,’ I spoke to my son as I kissed the back of his hair covered head.

-Flashback-

‘C’mon Bella, he’s almost here,’ Louisa spoke softly. I pushed again and then felt suddenly relieved, fifteen more minutes passed since the midwife could see Bean’s head.

‘Isabella, the head’s out. One more gently push and he’ll be here,’ Lynda spoke, she sounded calmer than before, if that’s even possible. I cried and screamed a final time, giving another push.

A crying filled the room, but this time it wasn’t my crying.

‘And here he is, November the twenty-first, twelve fifty-four pm,’ Lynda recorded as another midwife wrote the words, I got handed the screaming baby, my screaming baby.

Everyone in the room was crying beside the midwives. Even Jackson was shedding a few tears as he came to my side, stroking the cheek of our son.

My little boy was a bluish colour and had a few red marks over his body and his ear was folded over in a weird way, it looked a little painful if you ask me.

The cord was still attached but I’d previously been told it will help Coley and I bond if he comes straight to me after being born.

There was white covering his entire body, it’s something that helps protect babies whilst in the womb, and his eyes were a light shade of brown. Fine, dark hair covered his blotchy head.

He was perfect.

‘Hello Coley Rubin Jenkins, welcome to the World,’ I whispered to my baby, my little Bean. He was still bawling but I didn’t even mind, he was here and perfect; that’s all that matters.

-End of flashback-

So much has changed over the past year, the best bit definitely being Coley’s birth, I mean: Alejandro joined our family, Jackson moved to London, Jackson and I became a couple again, our family moving in with Toby and finally, my mum getting engaged to Toby.

There has probably been a lot more but those are definitely a couple of highlights.

It’s weird to think that Coley has been with me for an entire year, I mean if I could I would replay this year again- bad moments as well.

Everything has led to this perfect moment in time.

Even with this totally hectic year, I wouldn’t change one second of it for the world. I mean I have the perfect child, the perfect family, the perfect life; some people may not see my life as perfect but I definitely do. 

I remember every moment of Coley’s life like it was just yesterday; heck, I even remember the moment that Coley was conceived.

Over the last year and nine months my mother and I have come so far. When I first told her that I was pregnant she lost it at me; I understand why though. I mean, if Coley told me in fifteen years time that he got a girl pregnant I probably would be a little mad with him- more concerned than mad but still.

I remember telling Louisa, she was so excited about the entire thing from the word go. All she cared about whilst I was pregnant was buying Coley things.

At the start of my pregnancy Jackson and I fell apart, now however we’re back to the way we used to be and I love it.

            I continued to sway Coley on my hip as we stared in the mirror.

Even after an entire year, I know that there’s still going to be a lot more amazing things to come in the future for both Coley and I.

There’s still going to be a lot of struggles to face such as: university, mine and Coley’s future, the rest of school, all sorts.

I also know that there’s going to be tonnes of brilliant moments, I mean this entire year has been full of them already.

‘C’mon then Coley, here’s for another awesome year,’ I smiled as I kissed my sons cheek before walking back into the lounge.

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I’m bad at endings okay, sorry!

Anyway, I’m kind of glad that this story is over with; I mean I wasn’t exactly feeling it anymore as I didn’t have any more story-lines for it. (That’s why the chapters have been going pretty downhill; excuses, excuses.)

So, either way, I hope you’ve enjoyed “A Year in the Making” never the less.

Thanks for reading, and for the comments and votes; they really do mean a lot!

-T xox

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