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back of my hand, which confuses me. This is definitely not a hospital room.
I try to sit up again by rolling to my side. I see Shadow sitting in a chair in the corner holding Griffin in his arms. I’d laugh at the desperate look on his face, but the baby is fussing, and there’s nothing funny about that.
He notices my movement and raises his eyes from our son to me.
“He won’t eat,” he says quietly.
“He needs to nurse. He’s never had a bottle before,” I explain.
He pulls the bottle from in front of Griffin’s face and sets it gently on the floor beside the chair. Standing slowly as if he’s holding the crowned jewels in his arms, he makes his way across the room to me. I manage to get in somewhat of a sitting position and hold my arms out to him.
Hesitantly, I lift my t-shirt and lower my bra, lifting the baby to my breast. I use his small blanket to cover myself, unsure of how Shadow will respond to the nursing. When I look up again, all I see is Shadow’s back as he leaves the room.
Tears of distress roll down my face. My only solace is this tiny baby in my arms. He didn’t take the news very well, and I have no idea how things are going to go from here.
Just as Griffin is finishing up nursing on one side, Shadow comes back into the room holding a blue cloth. Without a word, he reaches for the covers near my waist.
“What are you doing?” I ask slapping at his hand.
“Don’t,” he says harshly. “The doctor gave you pain meds in your IV, but he also said a warm compress will take some of the pain away.”
I remove my hand, and begrudgingly allow him to place the warm, cloth-covered compress against my stomach.
“Thank you,” I say because I really am grateful.
I watch him as he backs away and sits back in the chair. He places his elbows on his knees and brings his steepled fingers to his lips. I have a ton of explaining to do, but I’m not even sure where to start. The last thing I want is another yelling match like we had before. Well, him yelling and me crying.
“What’s his name?” he asks with a hoarse, almost pained, voice.
“Griffin,” I answer.
I look over at him, seeing him nod his head in what I hope is approval, but his face betrays his still lingering anger. I wonder if he’s upset about me being here, getting pregnant altogether, or he’s angry I didn’t tell him. I don’t know if he would’ve wanted to be involved. Hell, for all I know he would’ve sided with my parents and tried to force my hand for an abortion.
Just like the last couple of times I’ve nursed him, he’s passed smooth out halfway through the second breast. I lay him gently on the bed and look back over at Shadow.
“I need to use the restroom,” I say quietly.
He just stares at me, unresponsive.
I hold up the hand with the IV connected.
He crosses the room swiftly and doesn’t say a word as he does something to the IV tubing, freeing my hand, and leaving part of the IV in the back of my hand.
I place my feet on the floor, and he helps me to stand. He wraps his arms around my back to help me walk to the bathroom.
“I got it,” I say stepping out of his hold. I hate leaving the warmth of his arms, but I’m pretty certain he hates me right now. Him touching me out of obligation is the last thing I need.
He steps back and sighs loudly. I quickly make my way into the bathroom, but I already know the mess I’m fixing to have to deal with. Extreme, heavy bleeding is the last thing you think about when you first get pregnant, but it’s a reality every woman faces after birth.
I have no idea how long I was out, but I’m a mess. Could this day get any worse?
I do the only thing that feels right; I hang my head into my open palms and weep. I’m covered in blood clear down to my knees, and I know by looking at my clothes, the bed sheets will be ruined as well. I guess I can consider myself lucky that they’re black and won’t show the stains once washed.
“What’s wrong?” I
I try to sit up again by rolling to my side. I see Shadow sitting in a chair in the corner holding Griffin in his arms. I’d laugh at the desperate look on his face, but the baby is fussing, and there’s nothing funny about that.
He notices my movement and raises his eyes from our son to me.
“He won’t eat,” he says quietly.
“He needs to nurse. He’s never had a bottle before,” I explain.
He pulls the bottle from in front of Griffin’s face and sets it gently on the floor beside the chair. Standing slowly as if he’s holding the crowned jewels in his arms, he makes his way across the room to me. I manage to get in somewhat of a sitting position and hold my arms out to him.
Hesitantly, I lift my t-shirt and lower my bra, lifting the baby to my breast. I use his small blanket to cover myself, unsure of how Shadow will respond to the nursing. When I look up again, all I see is Shadow’s back as he leaves the room.
Tears of distress roll down my face. My only solace is this tiny baby in my arms. He didn’t take the news very well, and I have no idea how things are going to go from here.
Just as Griffin is finishing up nursing on one side, Shadow comes back into the room holding a blue cloth. Without a word, he reaches for the covers near my waist.
“What are you doing?” I ask slapping at his hand.
“Don’t,” he says harshly. “The doctor gave you pain meds in your IV, but he also said a warm compress will take some of the pain away.”
I remove my hand, and begrudgingly allow him to place the warm, cloth-covered compress against my stomach.
“Thank you,” I say because I really am grateful.
I watch him as he backs away and sits back in the chair. He places his elbows on his knees and brings his steepled fingers to his lips. I have a ton of explaining to do, but I’m not even sure where to start. The last thing I want is another yelling match like we had before. Well, him yelling and me crying.
“What’s his name?” he asks with a hoarse, almost pained, voice.
“Griffin,” I answer.
I look over at him, seeing him nod his head in what I hope is approval, but his face betrays his still lingering anger. I wonder if he’s upset about me being here, getting pregnant altogether, or he’s angry I didn’t tell him. I don’t know if he would’ve wanted to be involved. Hell, for all I know he would’ve sided with my parents and tried to force my hand for an abortion.
Just like the last couple of times I’ve nursed him, he’s passed smooth out halfway through the second breast. I lay him gently on the bed and look back over at Shadow.
“I need to use the restroom,” I say quietly.
He just stares at me, unresponsive.
I hold up the hand with the IV connected.
He crosses the room swiftly and doesn’t say a word as he does something to the IV tubing, freeing my hand, and leaving part of the IV in the back of my hand.
I place my feet on the floor, and he helps me to stand. He wraps his arms around my back to help me walk to the bathroom.
“I got it,” I say stepping out of his hold. I hate leaving the warmth of his arms, but I’m pretty certain he hates me right now. Him touching me out of obligation is the last thing I need.
He steps back and sighs loudly. I quickly make my way into the bathroom, but I already know the mess I’m fixing to have to deal with. Extreme, heavy bleeding is the last thing you think about when you first get pregnant, but it’s a reality every woman faces after birth.
I have no idea how long I was out, but I’m a mess. Could this day get any worse?
I do the only thing that feels right; I hang my head into my open palms and weep. I’m covered in blood clear down to my knees, and I know by looking at my clothes, the bed sheets will be ruined as well. I guess I can consider myself lucky that they’re black and won’t show the stains once washed.
“What’s wrong?” I
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