"Calm down, she's fine Clara!" Wyatt told her while placing a hand on her shoulder, keeping her from trying to stand up from the wheelchair again. "We're almost there sweetheart."
Wyatt turned the corner to the hallway that led to their baby's room. He and Noah wanted to show her the pictures they took but she wanted to see what she looked like herself.
All she knew was her hair color, that's all they were able to tell her before she fell asleep again after they moved her back to room.
"Noah can you open the door?" he linked his cousin, he seen him slide the glass door open and pop his head out with a smile. "Hey angel, ready to meet our baby?"
Noah moved, so Wyatt could move into the room, they both heard her choke back a sob the moment her eyes landed on the little baby.
Clara wiped
