A Melwood Classic

Chapter 21

Present

MEL POV

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep thinking about what had happened. I lift my head and see Chris in the doorway with a doctor.

"Chris?" I ask and he turns his head immediately sprinting towards me. He holds my face in his hands and brushes my hair out of my face. His hands felt warm against my skin.

"Mel" He whispers with joy on his face and I meet his face giving him a emotional kiss. I feel like I haven't seen him in years like something has kept us apart.

I suddenly think of everything. The shower and then the pains. What happened? How'd I get here? Was the baby- oh god- the blood.

"Is the baby?" My voice shakes.

"He's beautiful!" His grin grew and my body's tension releases instantly. I let out an exhale of relief, "You want to see him?" He asks me and I feel tears well up in my eyes.

"Yes!" I was breathing heavily with excitement.

"Okay give me a minute." He said leaving the room with happiness in every step he took.

Seconds later he returned with our baby in his arms. He was wrapped in a blue blanket and was fusing. I couldn't see him, but I yearned to see whom he looked more like. Chris gave me him.

He had blue eyes and right now his hair was blonde. He had Chris's smile and nose. When I moved the blanket so I could see him, he grabbed my finger and squeezed it. Chris couldn't tare his eyes away from us. He looked just like Chris except for his blonde hair. I hoped it wouldn't change, yet I loved them both, so it wouldn't matter.

"Doesn't he look beautiful?" I ask Chris looking up at him. My smile grew every second his grip remained around my finger.

"Well, he is your son, it was excepted." He said laughing and giving me a kiss on the forehead. I looked back down at our son.

"Hi, Ollie." I whispered to our baby. He giggled and I looked from him to Chris.

We spent the whole day taking turns holding him and talking to him. Ollie laughed and smiled; he was so incredibly happy. It brought us joy knowing he was our son.

Later that night, my parents, sisters, Chelsey, Chris's parents, and our friends can to visit and see little Ollie. They all adored him. I mean how could they not he was the happiest baby boy I have ever seen. Most didn't stay after the nurses told us that Ollie should go to sleep, but my parents stayed. We talked about how upset they were when I gave birth and they almost lost me. But I assured them that I wasn't going anywhere. Honestly, it was a miracle that either of us survived. Chris had told us what had happened and everything the doctors kept telling him. They finally left after I confirmed for the hundredth time that I'd be okay.

Chris and I hadn't spoken much once they left, but Chris kept his hand tight around mine. I was so glad I had him, honestly, he was the only reason I was alive right now.

It was almost midnight and I was so tired, but something was missing. I noticed that Chris wasn't asleep either. Then it dawned on me, I needed Chris.

"Chris." I whispered and he looked at me, immediately.

"Can you come sleep with me?" I pleaded lovingly to him.

"I thought you'd never ask." He said with a smile, laughing and climbing in bed next to me.

"Chris, I love you." I whispered into his chest as my eyes started to fall.

"I love you more." He whispered back as he kissed my forehead.

"Not possible." I said laughing as I turned my head to face him. I give him a passionate kiss before resting my head, again. Chris and I got comfortable quickly and before I knew it he was asleep.