Chatper 477
Chapter 477 – New Baby
Cora
“You’ve got this, Cora!” E cheers at my side while I squeeze Roger’s hand, panting and shouting as I
give what the nurse has told me is onest, final push.
I put everything I have into this final moment, squeezing my eyes shut and pushing as hard as I can,
wanting this done – wanting to feel my little baby in my arms
And suddenly the pressure lessens, and my eyes fly open as I gasp And there’s a little baby’s cry
ringing out through the room.
“Here!” I gasp, leaning forward fervently, some motherly demand in me needing my little baby now
even as I see him in the nurse’s hands. “Give him to me!”
The nurse hesitates, looking towards her colleagues. I moan a little, still reaching, wanting him now
“Do it,” E snaps suddenly up from my side. She stands and moves towards the nurse, putting a hang
on her shoulder and gesturing towards me. ” He needs his mother – ”
Roger ispletely still at my side, his eyes focused totally on the baby, who starts to cry his little heart
out.
“Please,” I beg, reaching for him.
“All right,” the nurse says, nodding and bringing him forward. “We’ll clean him up in a minute – ”
And she takes two steps forward, and leans down, and ces my little baby in my arms
And I burst immediately into tears.
Because the weight of him against my arm-his little head curled against my elbow-my heart just breaks
to feel him close to me, so strange and new and yet sopletely right.
I stare down at my little baby, tears dripping down my face as I take in every ounce of him, every tiny
finger and toe, his wide and crying mouth with its perfect tiny lips –
Roger is pressed tight to my side, his arms wrapped around me, staring down at our perfect son.
“I can’t believe he’s here,” I whisper inplete awe.
“I can’t believe he’s so mad,” Roger replies, his voice reverent.
I burst intoughter, ncing at my mate and shaking my head at him, sniffing back my tears, grateful
that his strange sense of humor has at least stopped my crying. “You know, Roger,” I say quietly, “most
new parents say something nice about their kid when they meet him for the first time, like how beautiful
he is, or how much they love him.”
“Well, he’s making a lot of noise, Cora,” Roger murmurs, still staring at the baby with an expression
somewhere between shock and awe. “I doubt he’d even hear me wastedpliment.” it’d be a
“Ignore him, gorgeous boy,” I murmur to the baby, cuddling him close and pressing a kiss to his
forehead. “Wee to the world. You are very, very loved.”
“See?” Roger sighs. “I couldn’t havee up with something that good. He needed you for that.”
“Well, he’s got me,” I sigh. “My whole heart, forever, little baby.”
And though I’m exhausted, and my whole body is aching, I just feel such rich,plete happiness in
this moment.
We sit for a few more minutes where it feels like Roger and the baby and I are the only three people in
the world. I almost jump in surprise when I feel E’s hand on my shoulder.
Her own face is streaked with tears of joy when I look up at her. “What do you think, Cora?” she asks
quietly. “Will you let the nurses clean him up and wrap in him in a nket? And I’ll check you out, see if
I can heal you up?”
“Oh,” I say, suddenly remembering that – yeah, the baby needs to be checked. And Iugh as the
nursees close, reaching for him. “I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t mean to yell at you
earlier -”
“It’s okay, you didn’t,” the nurse says, grinning at me as she takes the baby from my arms. “You’re just
an excited new mom and the birth went beautifully, noplications, so there’s no harm in wanting to
hold him first.”
My eyes follow the nurse as she carries the baby across the room to be weighed and checked out by
the doctor. But the nurse is right – everything went well, and the baby looked fine to me. I don’t
anticipate any problems.
“You lucky thing,” E murmurs, sitting down next to me and holding her hands out, palm up. “I
basically bled out after my traumatic pregnancy, and you get away scot-free?”
“Don’t be jealous, Ells,” I sigh, cing my hands on top of hers andughing a little. “I’m sure your next
one will be perfectly smooth.”
She flinches a little, looking up at me with wide eyes, and I turn my head to the side, not understanding
her reaction. But then she just grins and shakes her head, dismissing it. “I’m sure it will,” she says with
a happy sigh. “Now, does anything hurt?”
“Aren’t I the one who usually asks that?” I murmur in reply, leaning my head on Roger’s shoulder,
starting to feel my exhaustion now more than I did before.
Eughs and closes her eyes, starting to call upon her gift. I feel it when it starts to sweep through
me, and I sit up a little with curiosity. This isn’t the first time E has healed me, of course, but this is
the most conscious I’ve been for it and I can really feel it this time – the way the gift runs through me,
seeking out the parts of me that hurt and sweeping through them piece by piece until…
Well, until I feelpletely fine.
“There,” E says, taking her hands away and opening her eyes. “All good?”
“Yeah,” I say,ughing a little. ” Honestly, E, it’s still crazy that you can do that.”
“Thank mom, not me,” she murmurs, standing up when the nurse brings the baby back. He’s not crying
anymore, even though he fusses a little unhappily in his swaddled nket. I see E bite her lip and
tuck her hands behind her back, and Iugh when I realize that she’s actively stopping herself from
grabbing the baby because she wants to hold him so badly –
“Take him, E!” I say, encouraging my sister, who I know will love this child his whole life almost as
much as I will. “You can hold him.”
“No,” she says, nodding towards Roger. “His dad should have that honor first.”
“Yeah, Cora,” Roger grumbles beside me. “It’s my kid too.”
“Oh, shut up,” I sigh, taking the baby back from the nurse and turning a little so I can see Roger better.
“You’re scared to hold the baby and you know it.”
“Well,” Roger says, hesitating as he takes his arms from around me and starts to reach for the baby,
stopping at thest minute. “He’s very small…”
“I’ll go get Dominic,” E whispers, slipping out of the room. “Give you two a minute alone.”
The birthing nurses and obstetrician likewise skirt out, giving us a moment, though I’m well aware that
they have work to do over the next couple hours now that the baby is born.
“Are you ready?” I ask, preparing to pass the baby to Roger, who really does look at the infant with
wide eyes.
“I’m used to them when they’re bigger,” he murmurs. “Rafe I can handle…”
“Come on, new daddy,” Iugh. “You can do it.” And then I slip our newborn son into Roger’s arms
And I swear, I see his heartpletely melt.
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“Hey, little guy,” Roger murmurs, his lips trembling a little as he looks the baby over from head to toe.
The baby presses his eyes shut and gives a frowning little mew. “Oh, it’s all right,” Roger sighs. “It’s
nice here, I promise. You’ll cheer up really soon.”
The baby yawns in reply, and both of our faces break into ridiculous smiles.