Dangerous & Anew (Sequel to Inhaling Alongside You)✔️

Chapter Twenty-One: Noah&Dining Chandlers

Eyes, the gentle color of warm almond. Skin, nearly like the softest of cotton. Smile, bright as the sun. He is my new life, my new meaning, he's my little Noah. My very own Noah Prince Jackson.

My very own angel.

"Morning Mama..." Michael greets me, slowly sitting upright in the guest chair across from me.

Shifting in my fairly uncomfortable hospital bed, I give him a faint smile before whispering a weak "good morning". When Michael frowns, I knew he would begin to question my current state. I don't mind, but I could do without questioning this early in the morning.

It's Seven in the morning and only a twenty-four hours since I gave birth to my sweet little Noah. It hurt, it hurt like hell, but hearing his weakening wail and holding him for the first time, made it all worth it. My little Noah is worth it. To heighten my elation, I finally agreed to begin wedding planning. Michaels concern for Noah being brought into a stable home really sent an memory lapse when he held Noah for the first time. I knew then and there, I'm ready to finally be, officially; Misses Jackson.

"Are you okay babygirl? Can I get you you something?" Michael's voice soften, even straining a bit as he hovers over me.

I sigh heavily, highly irritated.

My hormones are everywhere. My stomach is still pretty huge. My lower half is completely sore. I'm just a hot mess. I know Michael wants to help, but he's adding insult to injury.

"No..." I dryly exhale.

"I-I know you're just moody-"

"Michael... Hush" I cut him off, turning away from him.

A sigh from his side is loud and clear before he begins to move. It only takes a few minutes of subtle movements before slender fingers are around my waist and his chin is resting lightly on my shoulder. I want to push him away, but I then again, him trying to hold me feels inviting and comfortable.

I'm just an oxymoron, but fortunately for me I have a future husband who doesn't mind.

"Where's Noah?" I ask, suddenly remembering that the little one is no longer inside of me.

"Debbie is watching him in an incubator with a few other newborns..." He pecks my cheek.

I sigh in relief. I would love to be holding my little Noah, but I'm exhausted. I'm just not feeling too well. I just want these postpartum pregnancy effects to hurry up and allow me to be me again. This is a huge pain.

"I love you Jess. I have to tell you something..." Michael sighs, seemingly squeezing me tighter.

I wince for only a few seconds before he quickly pecks my cheek and shoulder repeatedly, serving as a loving and sincere apology. I gladly accept.

I remain silent, still very much enjoying the warmth of his hold. Taking notice of my silence, Michael sighs heavily and continues with his statement.

"They're back and they were at Neverland a few hours ago..." He exhales once more, seemingly bothered to explain the occurrence.

"Who? Baby, what are you talking about?" I question, carefully turning on my back while he shifts his position as well.

He glances at my IV regrettably then glances his hands. I know all too well what his expression is hinting, but I rather him just come out and say it. I actually love the fact that he is even stepping up to tell me without lying. He has definitely grown from sage.

"The Chandlers. Jordy and June were at the gates just demanding to see me..." He pauses, glancing at me for a reaction.

When I don't reply, he sighs and continues.