Dolan Imagines ♛

•New born~E

My last one went down so well Tysm!

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Ethan stood over the plastic cot, admiring his baby daughter, who lay with her eyes open, twinkling, and flitting around the room, catching her father once of twice. Since being born 2 hours ago, Ethan couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Grayson and Lisa, who had come to the hospital for the birth, had gone out to get y/n her favourite food, after only munching on ice for the last few hours.

Ethan turns back to look at his girlfriend, sprawled carelessly and effortlessly on the hospital bed, still hooked up to machines, asleep. Her hair messily spread, her lips slightly parted, quiet snores. But he still thought she looked beautiful. Her tired body rose and sunk with her breathing, and Ethan looked at her with sympathy and greatfulness. The over night labour had been extremely exhausting for y/n, but he was eternally greatful for the gift she had given him. He studied his girlfriends lips, matching their daughters.

Ethan carefully lifts his daughter up, protecting her head, and she looks around at him, and he brings her to his chest. He slowly makes his way to the hospital bed, sitting beside y/n, asleep and unenergised.
He holds his daughter, cradled in his big masculine arms, and rocks her, as she looks at her mom.
„Mommy's tired right now, she just let you into the big world!" he whispers, his hand going to stroke y/ns hair.
„Mommy will cuddle you soon, but for now you will have to put up with me" he laughs.

Y/n stirs, feeling Ethans weight on the bed, any movement making her pain uncomfortable from the birth.
She turns over, seeing her boyfriend smiling and rocking their daughter.
„Mornin'" she mutters, smiling at the heartwarming sight that meets her.
„Isn't momma silly! It's 2pm!" Ethan laughs at his little girl.

„Well you didn't just push a baby out did you E" y/n laughs, and sighs, rubbing her eyes.
„Would you like to hold her?" Ethan asks
„Of course, she'll need feeding soon anyway" y/n responds, shuffling to sit up.

Ethan supports his daughter with one hand, and helps y/n to sit up with the other, adjusting the bed height for her, to an upright position.
She takes her daughter, Ethan sitting back on the bed, and cradles her.
„I love you" y/n says to the baby in her arms.
„And i love You" she turns to Ethan, and he kisses her.
Y/n moves the Hospital gown slightly, allowing her daughter to be breast fed, her growing crescendo of cries now absent, as she feeds from her mother. Y/n smiles.

Ethan runs his hand through y/ns hair, as Grayson and Lisa knock on the door of the room, and enter holding takeaway from y/ns favourite restaurant.
Ethan turns again to y/n and kisses her, making a silent prayer, thanking God for this gift.

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Yay?