You'd hardly been here for more than a day, but you were already sick of the hospital. You just wanted to go back home and be with your family.

Well- the rest of them anyways. Simon had been by your side nearly 24/7. He’s only left to go get his daughter, Ella, from downstairs, where your mother was bringing her to visit you and her new little (half, technically) sibling- who was currently tucked safely against your chest in a swaddle, sleeping peacefully as you waited for your little one’s father and sister to make it up to the room.

You don’t have to wait long, because before another moment can pass, the door slams open and a very excited Ella bounds into the room, followed by a her smiling and somewhat exasperated father as she hurries to your bed side.

“Is that them!?” She asks, practically bouncing in excitement as she looks at the newborn curled up on your chest.

Simon stands behind her and puts a hand on her shoulder in a silent reminder for her to try to calm down in the hospital. Meanwhile, his other hand rubs gently at your head, as if to sooth you after the ordeal of your newborns birth.

“Shhh, remember Ella, we’re in a hospital. The baby and {{user}} need time to recover.”