Stranded (An Andy Biersack Love Story) {1} [COMPLETED]

Chapter 73

Chapter 73

ShyAnne's POV

*Two Days Later*

"Aren't you just the cutest." I cooed as I finished dressing Eliza in her go home outfit. I went to go zip up the bag and let out a sigh when I saw Elijah's outfit. I bit my lip and zipped the bag closed, I should have two babies going home today.

Elijah has still had no improvement and all I want is for both my babies to be healthy and home. Andy and I will be up here everyday to spend time with him. We've already been to see him today, and I didn't want to leave the NICU this morning. My incision is healing and I'm able to walk unassisted now.

"Hey, I have the car pulled around front." Andy said, peaking his head into my room.

"Okay, let's go." I said. Andy came in and lifted Eliza's carrier and our hospital bag. A nurse came in, pushing a wheelchair.

"We require all patients to be wheeled out." She stated.

"I can walk just fine!"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Biersack, hospital policy."

"Fine." I sighed, getting in the wheelchair. We checked that we had everything and then left the room. I was pushed all the way out to the hospital doors and the nurse stopped once we got outside.

"You may walk now." She said. I pushed myself up and walked to the car where Andy was already getting Eliza's carrier strapped in. We still hadn't gotten Elijah's car seat set up since he wasn't going home yet. I sat in the backseat next to Eliza while Andy drove.

"Are you excited to go home?" I cooed to Eliza as I played with her tiny hands. We got to the house and Andy parked the car. I got out and unstrapped Eliza's car seat, carrying her to the door. Andy unlocked the door and we walked in. I took a deep breath, the smells of our familiar house bringing me peace.

"Welcome home." Andy said, closing the door. I put Eliza's carrier on the ground and picked her up, holding her close.

"It doesn't quite feel like home yet, but it will once your brother comes home." I told her, rubbing her back. I walked into the bedroom, grateful to not have to make the trek up the stairs. I laid Eliza in her bassinet, tears welling up in my eyes at the sight of the empty bassinet that belongs to Elijah. I laid on the bed and let out a groan.

"Comfy bed." I said aloud, grateful to no longer be in a hospital bed.

"I'm sure that hospital bed was a lot comfier than my cot." Andy laughed, standing in the doorway. He laid in the bed next to me and held me close. "I missed cuddling you." He sighed.

"Me too." I said, tears rolling down my face. I was happy, but I couldn't stop crying and I don't know why. 

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I was laying in bed for a few hours, trying to take a nap, but I just couldn't fall asleep. Eliza started crying and I got up, picking her up.

"What's wrong baby?" I cooed, rocking her a bit. I checked her diaper, clean. I sat down on the bed with her and tried to get her to latch, no luck. Andy walked in and held out his arms. I placed her in his arms and she immediately stopped crying.

"What." I said under my breath.

"I guess she just wanted her daddy." Andy smiled, walking out of the room with her. I laid back on the bed, tears falling from my eyes. Now I can't even take care of my own baby?

***

"My mom made dinner." Andy said, poking his head into the room.

"I'm not hungry." I mumbled. 

"What's wrong?" Andy asked, walking further into the room.

"Nothing, I'm just not hungry." I said, my voice breaking. Fuck, I'm crying again? I literally can't stop!

"ShyAnne." He got in on the other side of the bed and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I cried into his chest and we sat there for a few minutes. "What's wrong?" He tried again.

"I'm a bad mother."

"Excuse me?"

"I couldn't calm down Eliza earlier, no matter what I tried. You walked in and boom, she stopped crying instantly."

"Maybe she's just a daddy's girl already." He smirked. I glared up at him and he stopped smiling. "Babe, I'm kidding. She's a four day old baby, I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it."

"I just want to be able to take care of my child. Everything was fine in the hospital, I don't know what happened!"

"Maybe she's just freaked out by the new environment and the non-sterile smell." Andy suggested.

"Maybe." I sighed.

"Now come on, let's go eat dinner." He said, wiping my tears away.

"I'm still not hungry."

"Come on, at least try to eat. This is our first non-hospital food meal. It's a reason to celebrate!"

"Fine." I sighed, sitting up. I wiped the rest of the tears off of my face and followed Andy out of the bedroom. We went to the kitchen where Andy's parents were already sitting. I sat at the table and Andy started inhaling his food.

"Thank you mom, this is delicious." He said with a smile.

"Yeah, thank you." I said, taking a small bite of food. "I really appreciate it, everything you've done."

"Of course, I know how hard having a newborn is." She smiled. I only took a few bites before I wasn't able to force anymore food down my throat. I spent the rest of the time moving the food around my plate.

***

I heard Eliza start to wail and I glanced at the clock, 2 am. I groaned and got up, walking over to her. I picked her up and checked her diaper, full. I turned on my bedside lamp and laid a blanket on the bed, beginning to change her. All of the baby furniture was upstairs in the nursery, so we've been doing everything downstairs since I don't want to climb the stairs and we only have one baby to deal with at the moment.

I finished changing her diaper and she was still crying. I sat on an empty part of the bed and tried to get her to latch, again no luck. I haven't been able to breastfeed all day. I went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle out of the fridge from when I pumped earlier. I heated up the bottle, tested it on my skin, and then tried to feed her. She refused to take it. I put the bottle down and groaned.

"Why won't you stop crying?" I asked, bouncing her a bit. I felt tears fill my eyes, not again. I leaned against the counter and cried, Andy walking into the kitchen. He grabbed Eliza from me and offered her the bottle. She took it and stopped crying.

"What the hell!" I exclaimed, going back to the bedroom. I cleaned up the stuff from the diaper change and climbed into bed, furious and upset. Andy came back a few minutes later, placing a sleeping Eliza in her bassinet. Andy wrapped his arm around me as he fell back asleep. Why does my daughter hate me?

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