"She's losing too much blood; we need to get the baby out" my heart thumped against my chest as I glanced over at our nurse who turned to the numerous doctors and other nurses that suddenly entered the room.
"We're gonna have to ask you both to leave" a nurse approached me, her eyes filled with nothing but sympathy.
"Okay, just-just give me a minute" Dianna pressed a kiss to the top of Demi's head before glancing up at me. "I love you so much, Baby. Don't leave me, okay? Because I need you so much more than you'll ever understand" there was no way I could stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. "Okay" I sniffled, wiping at my cheeks. "Just-Just let us know of any news" the nurse nodded and sent us a smile as we turned to leave the room. Dianna released a sob as soon as the door closed behind us. I instantly pulled her into a hug, tightening my grip around her as she sobbed into my neck. I had to try so hard to remain strong. I could easily lose Demi.
Why did I ever let her go?
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"Why has nobody come to tell us anything yet?" I stated as I paced around the empty relative's room. Dianna was sat in a chair, her head resting in her hands as the tears poured down her cheeks. "It's been nearly an hour, you would have thought they'd have some news by now" I lowered myself down into the chair beside Dianna, my fingers combing through my hair.
"She's a fighter. She's a warrior. She'll be fine" I glanced back at Dianna.
"Why did I ever let her go?" a single tear rolled down my cheek. "Letting her go was honestly the biggest mistake I think I've ever made" I wiped at my cheek, sniffling as memories of Demi flashed through my mind. "You know, I've loved that girl for years. I've loved her since the moment we met, from the moment I got lost in her eyes and her smile. The thought of ruining the friendship now is nothing on the thought of actually losing her forever" I didn't dare glance over at Dianna as I stared down at my hands, twiddling with my fingers. "Even if we didn't work out, she'd still be here. She'd still be a friend. I'd know that she's healthy and alive" I heard a sniffle and I briefly glanced over at Dianna. "Why aren't they telling us anything?" I groaned out in frustration.
It felt like forever before the door to the relatives' room opened to reveal a nurse, my eyes instantly fell on the bundle of blankets in her arms. I shot up from the chair I was sat in and began towards her, closely followed by Dianna.
"Hi, we thought we'd bring your son out to see you. He's healthy, weighs 7lb 12oz. He has a good set of lungs on him too" I couldn't see my baby's face due to the blankets that he was engulfed in.
"Can I hold him?" she nodded and gently transferred my son into my arms. Tears filled my eyes as they landed on his perfect face. His brow was slightly furrowed, he had the tiniest little eyebrows I've ever seen. His cute little lips were formed into a pout that was slightly covered by his fingers.
"Oh, Nick. He's so handsome" the tears poured down my cheeks as I held my son tightly against my chest. "He has such long fingers" Dianna spoke through her tears as my son stretched out his right hand that was previously curled around his mouth.
"A future pianist" Dianna chuckled as I placed the tip of my index finger against his palm, smiling through my tears as he wrapped his hand around my finger. "He looks so much like Demi already" I ran my thumb along his chin causing him to open his mouth.
"She'll be so happy he doesn't have her chin" Dianna and I chuckled, our attention only then turning to the nurse.
"I've got to get back, but I'll leave him with you. I'll come out and let you know anything when I hear it" I nodded and thanked her before turning my attention fully onto my son.
"You think he looks like a Peyton?" I asked as I glanced over at Dianna who lowered herself down beside me.
"Peyton suits him."
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Peyton was happily cradled against my chest and Dianna was asleep with her head against my shoulder. Peyton has the tip of my index finger clutched in his hand, for a newborn, he has a tight grip.
"Mommy loves you so much, Buddy. Let's hope she actually agrees with Peyton because I've already fallen in love with it and it suits you so much" I chuckled as he released a coo. "Are you pretending to be asleep?" I couldn't help but to smile. "You are gonna grow up to be just like your mommy" I tapped my thumb lightly against his nose which caused his whole face to scrunch up, something that Demi does. "If you don't have the Jonas curls, you may have some explaining to do" I glanced over at Dianna when I heard a chuckle. I hadn't even realised she was now awake.
"Demi used to love your curls when you were younger" I found myself smiling, a slight blush coming to my cheeks.
"She said that the reason she didn't go through with the abortion was because she imagined a little boy running around with the famous Jonas curls" I swallowed down the lump that formed in my throat at the thought of Demi, lying unconscious on that hospital bed.
"She also told me she didn't go through with it because she loves her baby" the silence fell around us as we took in every feature of Peyton's, our attention only moved away when the door opened. I shot up from the chair, but Dianna was quicker than me as I had Peyton cradled against my chest. "How is she?" Dianna asked as the doctor closed the door quietly behind us to give us some privacy.
"She's gonna be fine" I sighed in relief, Dianna covered her mouth as she released a sob. "She lost around 3 pints of blood so we carried out a blood transfusion, it's still currently running but we've stitched her all up and she's gonna be fine. She's just resting at the minute" I glanced down at Peyton who was fast asleep, his hand still wrapped around my index finger.
"Can we go and see her?" the doctor nodded with a smile.
"Of course" I followed behind Dianna as she followed behind the doctor who led us towards Demi's room. I couldn't help but to feel thankful that God had given her another chance to live, a chance to finally meet her son.
