Fifty One Days

Chapter 57 'Christmas is cancelled'.

Chapter 57 guys. Hope everyone is okay. I'm so gutted to say, there's probably only about 10 Chapters left of this story but also so excited that I've finally managed to do it. Thank you all so much for reading and voting, it means so much. I really do hope you're enjoying it. ❤❤❤

Milo sits on the bed next to us, I’m leaning into his chest and our beautiful baby boy is sleeping soundly in my arms. It’s been two hours since Oliver was born and so far no Jay. I do wonder where he is but this must be hard for him. Everything will change now Oliver is here.

I can’t stop looking at him. Neither can Milo and I can’t stop looking at Milo looking at him. I know I shouldn't but I just can’t help it. He’s besotted by him. I’m so glad he was here to see this.

“How is he so perfect? Everything about him is literally perfect”. He whispers to me after the longest time of silence.

“I know. He really is”.

Ali, about what we said in there....”. I know where he’s going with this and I don’t think I’m emotionally ready to face that right now.

Thankfully Jay’s face appears by the door and Milo jumps off the bed like it’s on fire. Milo opens the door for him, they exchange a look -again, I have no idea what look- but as soon as Jay spots Oliver, his big smile lights up the room.

“Oh my god Ali. She’s beautiful”. He says moving to sit where Milo was, I note that he hesitates as he approaches the bed and decides to sit on the chair next to it instead. Milo hovers by the door, studying Jay’s every move. His whole body stiffening when Jay reaches over and places a swift kiss on my hand. Urgh, I don’t have the energy for this.

“Its a boy". He sternly says from the door. Jay’s glances at Milo before searching my eyes with confusion.

“It’s a boy?” He questions.

“Yeah, he's a he". I laugh “I guess that got it wrong. We were a little shocked too".

“More than a little shocked. You tried to return him". Milo chuckles, his body language back to normal before he throws himself into a chair on the other side of the bed. What was that about?

“Really?” Jay joins in on the joke. He lightly strokes Oliver’s hand which makes Milo sit up again. What’s your problem dude? “What’s his name? I’m guessing we didn’t go for Olive?”.

“Oliver Dawson”. I reply. Milo leans forward so his elbows are resting on his knees and his chin is resting in his hands.

“Oliver James Dawson". Milo corrects me.

Jay’s eyes go wide and he looks back and forth from me to Milo in disbelief.

“Seriously? After me?”.

“Yeah after you fool".

Tears form in Jay’s crystal blue eyes and for a second I think Milo is about to cry too. He coughs and pushes himself back into the chair just as Oliver wakes up. .

“I can’t believe it guys. You don’t have to do that”.

“It was Milo’s idea" I say as I try push myself up the bed so I can try feed Oliver again. Milo looks away but Jay’s eyes are pinned on mine. I wince as Oliver tries to latch on. It’s too painful. The nurse said I have to push past that and then it will be fine but I don’t know if I can.

“Does that hurt?” Jay asks with a frown.

“Yeah a little. I tried earlier but...”.

“Oh you already tried before?”. He side eyes Milo.

“Aye she did pal but I wasn’t in here, calm down.

“You are now though?”.

“Aye true, okay well I’d better go and ring the other wee one anyways”.
He rises from the chair and leaves Jay and I too it.

We make small talk, he holds Oliver for a little bit before placing him in the cot beside the bed. I have to stay here another night. Once Jay leaves, I hope Milo comes back for a bit...he doesn’t.


Having a new born baby is hard.

Passed my driving test at 17. Check

Moved to London at 18. Alone. Check.

Buried my parents. Alone. Check

Moved to London again. Alone. Check.


But this, having a baby has been by far the most tiring, mind numbing but most rewarding and best thing I’ve ever done. I would give up anything to stare at him all day. I would slay dragons and fight off the bad guys from die hard for this kid!

Milo has been amazing though and Jay, I can’t fault either of them. It is such a weird situation we have but we decided I would sleep in my room with Oliver, Jay slept in the guest room and Milo slept downstairs, so which ever one of us heard him crying first would go to him.