the most important //n.h
Look! It’s more about Dad!Niall and little Maeve! I saw a prompt on my prompt list that sparked the inspiration for this and it’s a little short, but I’m just really excited to be writing again and I really hope you all like it!
The hospital room was relatively calm.
You’d gotten less than four hours of blissful, quiet sleep in the calm room, the only noise coming from the heart monitor that you were required to wear and the whirring of the machines. Early in the evening, the room was chaotic. You were sitting up in the hospital bed with your knees pulled up to your chest and Niall by your side, chanting and cheering you on. He held one of your legs back and he coached you as you pushed, doing everything in your power to bring your baby into the world before midnight. And then the room was filled with tears and cheers, your little one measured and weighed and wrapped up in a soft white blanket before being passed onto you and Niall. You’d spent a good few moments with her resting on your chest after she was born, your nightie ruined and your cheeks wet with tears of joy and pride. She was absolutely beautiful.