Georgia's POV
If someone told me that the happiest chaos of my life would happen inside a hospital VIP suite, I would've laughed and asked what kind of rom-com they were watching.
Yet, here I was, propped up against a mountain of pillows, sore in places I didn't know could ache, hair an absolute crime scene, staring at the most perfect tiny human I had ever seen while my husband slept sitting upright on the couch like a soldier who had just survived battle.
My little bundle of joy was tucked against my chest, swaddled tightly, his tiny mouth forming the softest pout as he slept. Every so often, he'd make this little sound that made my heart melt, and my brain short-circuit at the same time.
I was mid-counting his eyelashes, again, when a loud voice echoed from the hallway.
Then another.
Then voices.
Lots of voices.
"…Sir, visiting hours are—"
"We'll be quick!"
"I swear I'll only look!"
"Is that the right room?!"
I blinked slowly, already knowing.
