𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕠ღ // 𝕤𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝔹𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 (ON HOLD)

five

I woke up at four pm the next day.

a loud groan left my mouth and I turned over in bed, just to feel a warm body and a grunt.

"good morning, sleeping beauty." he said softly. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him.

"hi love." he kissed my forehead. I shifted and moved so I could wrap my body around his. he hugged me as I wrapped my arms all the way around him. seconds later there was a snap of a camera.

"Nate, baby it's too early for this." I moved my hand slowly and ran it up his arm until I had a hold of his phone. I set it softly to the side and did it again so we were holding hands.

"I like when you're sleepy. you're cuddly." I giggled and looked up at my handsome man.

"I like when I have waffles on the table, fresh and with syrup." then with that, I slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. I did my business and then brushed my teeth, sliding out of the room.

Nate was standing in the mirror, admiring his boxers. I snuck up behind him and ran my hands over his chest. "you scared me." he breathed.

"I wasn't trying to be sneaky." he chuckled and wrapped his arms around mine.

"what's on the agenda for today?" my shoulders shrugged.

"I like surprises." he turned around in my arms and looked down, leaning so his forehead rested against mine.

"well then let's do something."

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we went out to a gorgeous candle lit dinner on the beach. It was beautiful, until we got the call that Stassie was going into premature labor. which was bad. Nate and I rushed, sped many miles over the speed limit to get there as soon as possible.

we drove up and I ran inside, letting Nate park. my tank top was the worst for this situation, but I couldn't care less. the girl told me the number but I waited for my husband to go up there.

"how far along is she?"

"seven and a half months." the elevator doors opened and I rushed into the hallway, turning and seeing the number to her room.

my hand took Nates and we walked over. we found the window as a doctor was shutting the blinds. Sammy came out crying. "how is she and the baby?" Sam sobbed, his knees nearly buckling. Nate walked over to him, wrapping an arm around him and walking to the chairs.

"s-she's dying. the baby is premature and they have a cut or a tear that's not hemorrhaging." Sam turned to Nates shoulder. his hand rubbed sams back comfortingly.

for minutes I paced in front of the door, listening to people scurrying around and that electric shock machine go off. the baby was crying but not as hard now.

then the door opened. the doctor came out with a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. "mr. Wilkinson? it's a girl! she's five pounds, six ounces, 12 inches tall, and is so far healthy for being premature. congratulations!" sammy immediately stood and walked over.

"a-and Stassie?" the doctor lowered his head.

"she didn't make it, I'm sorry." with that fresh tears flew down his cheeks. Sam walked away, I don't blame him. so i offered to take the baby.

she was so small and gorgeous. I held her comfortably and swayed and bounced my body to calm her. it worked. the doctor came out again. "we have the birth certificate right here, mr. Wilkinson. did you and your fiancé discuss names?"

like a zombie, he walked over to me and scooped her from my arms. a big smile filled his face as he looked down at her. "Anastasia  Dawn, just like her mother."

Nate and I drove Sammy home. he already had a nursery up and running but she was far too small for a crib nor to be by herself.

"hey hun," I said walking over to sam. his eyes fell down on the car seat in his hand and he sighed. "let me take her while you clean yourself up." his hand reluctantly handed her over.

she was sleeping, sucking happily on a pacifier. Nate came and stood beside me. "she would be proud of her baby." I smiled and nodded. I took my phone out and snapped a picture, captioning it her name and weight.

then I set my phone down on the coffee table. my butt sat down on the couch. Nate sat next to me. "you're going to have to stay with him twenty four seven, you know that right?" Nate furrowed his eyebrows at my comment.

"baby, he just lost the love of his life. they've known each other longer than we have and they've been dating since she was sixteen. they were made for each other." I scooted closer to him and lowered my voice. "if he becomes depressed, who knows what could happen."

Nate sighed and nodded. I leaned forward and kissed him. but we did something wrong and
anastasia started crying. I nearly cried too. I wasn't good friends with her, but I did care for her a lot.

my arms scooped the baby up, bouncing her as I gave her a pacifier. she started to calm and I looked at the cute baby in my arms. she looked like Stas, and she was just born.

Sam came down the hall looking like he was fresh from a shower. his eyes met me and his calm baby. he faintly smiled before walking over. his finger trailed softly down her cheek.

"she's beautiful." I whispered to him, stopping my movements. she continued to sleep. then I looked up into her eyes. "Sam, newborns are a tough job. are you sure you can handle it?" he shook his head violently.

"no I can't. I don't know the first thing about motherhood. nor parenting an infant." I smiled this time and put a hand on his shoulder. "please help me. you have too."

Nate approached behind me, sams eyes flicked to his. "Nate you have to let Al help me with this baby." Nate smiled and rubbed my back, his head looking at the baby.

"of course sammy. anything for you."