He just sat there and held his son. Occasionally looking over at Amelia to see if she woke, but she was sleeping well. He was starting to feel a little tired himself, but he refused to sleep until Amelia had seen Viktor. Eventually the nurse came and insisted on taking Viktor away to feed him and he nodded slowly, letting the nurse take his baby. She promised to be back soon, then left.
When Amelia finally woke up, he sat up straighter, but she just hit the call button, insisting on a meal. Once she had her tray of food, he slipped over to sit on the edge of the bed, smiling at her. “Feel better? Now that you’ve slept?” he asked, looking her over.
The hospital food had left something to be desired, but she was so famished she didn’t care. She ate it like she hadn’t eaten anything in days. Just shoveling it into her mouth. Scar had come over and sat on the bed, watching her eat. With her mouth full, she nodded at his question, gulping down bites until her tray was clean, save for the orange cup of jello and her drink. She took a large swig of water to wash down her food before picking up the small dessert. Ripping the top open and jamming the spoon into it, taking out a mound of the wiggly orange goo and sucking it into her mouth.
"You look tired," she said around a mouthful of jello. "Have you slept at all yet? Where’s Viktor? Is he okay?" It was the first she had asked about her son and part of her wondered if that was bad, but she had been so tired and then so hungry that her body’s natural reaction was to get food first.
He looked up at the nurse, nodding slightly. He didn’t want to move and disturb his baby. “She’ll wake up. She doesn’t want to miss seeing him. And I’ll hold him until she wakes. We’ll be fine here.” He clutched Viktor a little closer to his chest when she said she would take him away, relaxing when she said it would only be to feed him. That would be okay. He could handle that.
Some time passed, allowing Scar to be with his son. Amelia still slept due to exhaustion. The nurse returned, gently telling Scar she needed to take Viktor to be fed and possibly for a diaper change, but that she could bring him right back when they were done. So she left with the baby, who was just starting to wake up and fuss anyway, leaving Scar alone with Amelia.
While Viktor was gone, Amelia finally woke up. And was starving. She practically jammed on the call button, telling the nurses to just bring her food. After all that work she did, she needed to eat and now. She saw Scar, giving him a smile before the nurse arrived with a tray of food. Which she dug into immediately.
Once his arms were positioned correctly, he cradled his son. He didn’t want to let go, now that he had the son he wanted. The baby was beautiful, sleeping just like his mom was, resting for now. Scar looked up at the nurse and nodded. “I hope she’ll be awake soon. She’ll want to see him,” he said softly. He looked over at his wife, seeing her resting peacefully for now.
The nurse smiled at him, seeing the glow on his face. Just like a new father. “I’m sure she’ll wake in a little while. She just had a hard labor and needs some rest. Until then, I’ll leave you with your son. We may come and take him away for a bit, to give him some food if she does not wake soon, but then you can see him again.” The nurse smiled and left, going to fill out forms.
He looked up when the nurse came in, his son in her arms. She asked if he wanted to hold the baby and he panicked slightly, but nodded. She smiled softly and helped him arrange his arms so he was cradling the baby in his arms, supporting his son’s head and body. She asked if they’d picked out a name and he nodded slowly, admiring the boy in his arms. “Viktor. Victor Ahadi. He’s my son,” he whispered, glancing up at the nurse, still stunned at the fact that he had a child.
The nurse helped him hold his son. Positioning his arms just so. Smiling when he told her their son’s name. “A lovely name,” she said. “I’ll go mark it on his birth certificate. You can stay here with him. One of us will be in to check on you in a bit. Hopefully your wife will be up then. So she can eat and feed the baby.”
It seemed to take forever and Amelia was crying out the entire time. He hated to hear her in so much pain, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it. Finally, their baby was there, and the nurses were surrounding the little bed he was in. Then the baby was crying and the doctor was congratulating them on a baby boy. Someone offered to let him cut the cord but he looked at them wide-eyed and shook his head rapidly, letting the doctor do it instead. Then the baby was gone. He almost panicked, following the nurses, but the doctor explained that he was just going to be cleaned up and then would be right back. He nodded and sank into the chair beside the bed. Smiling at the sleeping form of his Kitten.he brushed at her hair, waiting for their baby to return.
She was out. Didn’t even feel Scar brushing her hair. It had taken such a toll that her body just needed sleep. So she didn’t even see the nurses bringing their newly cleaned son back into the room. Swaddled in a blanket. The nurse asking Scar if he wanted to hold their son and if they had a name picked out.
He was nervous, but he would be there for her for every minute of this. They’d agreed to do this a step at a time. The steps were coming fast now, but he was following as best he could. Suddenly she was pushing, gripping his hand tightly each time. He let her, rubbing her back, trying to ease her through the pushing. Wanting to help as much as he could when she had to do all of the work.
Time seemed to drag. Everything going in slow motion. How she just wanted it over. It was exhausting and painful and she just wanted to stop. But there was no stopping, just going forward. After what seemed like an eternity, the final push came and their baby finally was here. Though she got worried when she didn’t hear a cry at first. But after the nurses cleared his nose, he cried, filling the room with them. She smiled, and fell back to the bed, tired. The cord was cut and the nurses took their baby off to be weighed, measured and cleaned up. The doctor took care of everything else and congratulated them on their son. She nodded, trying to stay awake to see their son, but she just couldn’t and she passed out.
She held his hand, clenching it when another contraction hit her. He rubbed her arm, stroking her shoulder. Taking care not to disturb the wires or the doctors surrounding them. The doctor kept talking and he tried to pay attention, wanting to hear any directions pointed directly at him. But they were just going at the pace Amelia needed, which sounded good to him. “It’s good, Kitten. We can do this,” he murmured, kissing her hand.
She let out a little whimper from the pain, but nodded at Scar. Squeezing his hand lightly when he kissed hers. They would just take it as it came. So then the countdown clock began. Her contractions getting worse the closer she got. Until the doctor told her it was time to push. So he walked her through everything. Talking to her the whole time. She did as best she could, crying out in pain when everything seemed to take forever. Just now wanting it over with. And she was just about crushing Scar’s hand through it all.
He took a deep breath, looking anxiously at Amelia. This part would be faster, the doctor said. They were setting Amelia up, putting her legs up in little swings and setting a tray beside her. Then the doctor started talking, explaining things to them. He listened as best he could, reaching for Amelia’s hand again and holding it lightly.
She curled her hand around Scar’s. Gripping tight when another contraction hit her. The monitor beeping again. They were getting much more intense and closer together. She would definitely have their kid soon. The doctor walked them through everything and just told her that they’d take it as slow as it went. Trying to keep her as comfortable as possible.
The nurses ran into the room and tried to help Amelia, one of them telling him to get out of bed. He whined, but crawled out of bed, keeping a tight hold of her hand. When she relaxed, he released her hand, lingering by her bed worriedly. When the doctor said she was ready, his head turned to look at the doctor, eyes wide. “Now? Really?”
The doctor nodded to Scar’s question, looking up at him. “Yes, really. We still might be a little while, but this will be relatively short compared to the hours you’ve been here already.” He stood, getting the stirrups positioned for her feet and telling the nurses to bring in everything. Which they did quickly. Having a little table nearby, along with clamps and small scissors and a small aspirator to clear the baby’s nose once he came out. And blankets. Then the nurses helped her feet into the stirrups and slid her down near the edge of the bed. The doctor rolling himself up between her legs. Gloves on and talking things through to the both of them.
He napped beside her, waking when she stirred, but it was never for long and they always fell asleep again. Late afternoon hit them and he was sure they would be there all day when he was woken by Amelia squeezing his hand and one of the machines crying out. He let out a whine, sitting up and glaring at the machine, reaching over to rub Amelia’s stomach gently. Holding her through the contraction as he had been all day.
She looked over at him when he whined, wishing she could calm him, but she couldn’t say a word over the pain she was in. The nurses came rushing in, trying to get her more situated in the bed. Asking Scar to get out of bed. The contraction stopped and she breathed heavy, sinking into the bed and releasing his hand. The doctor came in shortly after and examined her again. “Oh, you are definitely ready to go,” he told her. “I am?” she asked, shocked, in disbelief that it was actually happening.