Scarlett
Waking up, I sigh, feeling a slight pain on my lower stomach and back.
Guess now it's not so fun.
I feel something tickle my collarbone, and looking down I see Mason hair where my fingers run to before I put eyes on the most precious thing that has ever happened to me.
Our baby.
He's still asleep just like Mason, his little lips parted and his hands curled in tiny fists.
He's so tiny it made me want to laugh when Mason picked him up, he literally fits on his hand.
The pain yesterday was unbearable, and I knew I was going to pass out, my vision was with black spots and my breathing was shallow.
I tried to stay awake not to worry Mason, but I just couldn't.
God, I need to pee so bad.
Slowly, I try to get up from the mattress, but it's hard when half of my body feels on flames.
I don't want to wake Mason up, when I woke up at night it was pretty late, and he spent the whole time with me during labor.
I bite my lip not to make any sound, remembering myself that I've been through worse pain than this.
Huffing out when my feet touch the cold floor, I walk to the door at my left where a bathroom sign is.
Slowly I head there, and grab the bag Mason put above the sink, taking one of his t-shirts that I brought, and some sport shorts.
This thing they give here is uncomfortable, and makes me look like I'm going to die.
Not yet, anyways.
I do my business and look at the shower, I feel dirty and pushing a human being out of my vagina for almost twenty four hours doesn't let me that fresh, and the warm water will calm my pain.
Slowly and struggling, I do take my shower also cleaning my hair, before wrapping the towels around my body.
Obviously, I'm not back at my body from nine moths ago, and I have the conscience that it's ok, I literally just gave birth to the most precious thing in this world.
Working out will solve the issue anyways.
Dressing myself, putting on the slippers I had inside the bag, and brushing my teeth, drying most of my hair with the towel, I walk back inside the room where Mason is still asleep on the mattress, and I notice Alessandro hand move.
Someone's about to wake up.
I go to his crib and smile when he kicks his legs.
I haven't picked him up yet, and I'm kind of hesitant.
Mason did it so well and I've never done something like that before.
"Hi, piccolo." I whisper, my finger tracing his cheek.
His mouth opens and I know he's about to cry, so cautiously I pick him up, laying him on my arms.
Holy shit, it feels amazing.
I can't believe this moment right here is real.
My son in my arms.
My fucking baby.
It brings tears to my eyes, but I quickly push them back. I never knew how much I wanted to be a mom until now.
I should feed him.
I don't know what to do.
Did the nurses gave him milk while I was knocked out?
On cue, a nurse enters, frowning when she sees Mason laying on bed, and then smiles when her eyes land on me, I retribute it.
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Любовные романы¦ mafia ¦ "I couldn't give you shit Mason, I was a fucking mess, I would end up ruining us both!" I yell, looking up at his black eyes, my chest raising up and down. "I don't care! I-" He interrupts himself, his tongue on the side of his cheek as...
