I'll Walk To Heaven

Chapter 23

We sat there for a long time. Just talking. We talked about heaven and hell, and whether or not we believed in either. I had to now, no matter if I really did or not. I need to have that hope that my baby is safe. I need to really believe that I will see him again, maybe even hold him again. The day that we are reunited is the day that I will be okay again.

We were sitting in silence when Tyler texted me and asked if I was ready to go back to my room. I was starting to get sore again, and I was feeling a little nauseous so I told him yes. He was here with a wheelchair in a couple minutes. He grabbed my hand and helped me stand by grabbing my waist. I took a deep breath and stood. The pain was horrible, but it died down as I took a seat in the chair. I put my head on my head and sighed deeply. Will followed us back to my room.

Everyone was there. All of Tyler's family, and mine too. They all turned to look at us as we came through the door. I could see that they were still passing Samson around, I watched as Papa held Momma's waist and looked over her shoulder at my son. A tear was running down his cheek but he made no efforts to wipe it away.

Tyler wheeled me to the bed and helped me sit, the pain only getting worse the more I moved. I laid my head against the pillow and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the pain to pass. When I opened them again I looked over to Momma to see if she still had Samson and she didn't. I looked around the room until I could see him and I did. Will had him cradled in his arms. His face was red, and tears were flowing every which way.

I tried to scoot over, but when I did Tyler stood up to try and stop me but I waved him away. Will and I made eye contact, I waved him over and patted the spot that I had made next to me. He stood from where he was sitting and walked with the baby over to me. He carefully slid onto the bed and held Samson as he laid his head on my shoulder. If there was one thing Will was excited for, it was these boys. He really was happy to be an uncle.

I looked at my son with my brother, moving the blanket away from his face. I put my arm around Will and rubbed his forearm. Everyone in the room was watching this happen, all eyes were on us. Until the doctor walked in the room carrying Aidan. He was crying, and his little fists were in flight. Will's head quickly snapped up and his eyes widened at the wailing infant.

The doctor waded through the crowd and stepped closer to me. He spoke quickly, basically telling me that Aidan was perfectly healthy and that he could go home in the normal amount of days. He tried to speak over Aidan, but I got the point of what he was trying to say. I thanked him with a smile on my face, he smiled and leaned down to put Aidan into my arms. He stopped crying once he felt my skin.

"Hi baby," I cooed, kissing his head and breathing in his scent. Will was still sitting next to me, his eyes glued to Aidan. He hadn't met him yet, and he was in awe. Tyler had taken Samson out of his arms so that he could watch comfortably. I offered the baby to Will and he smiled before nodding. I showed him how to hold the head, and he learned quickly. He pulled Aidan to his chest, looking at me and smiling. I let him sit there for awhile in silence, but I know I had to take him so that I could breastfeed. My boobs were huge, and they were producing milk already.

"Okay uncle Will, mommy's gotta' feed him," I said carefully lifting him out of Will's arms.

"Gross," Will made a face but I could tell he was joking. He got off of the bed and Tyler helped me set up the feeding shield. I exposed myself and brought Aidan close so that he could attach. I could feel his lips close around my nipple. It was a funny feeling, something I'd never imagined before. I soaked in every moment. Every second better than the last.