Mikaelson Series: Blessed Princess

For mommy

 Drake’s POV

Freya has been in a coma for four days and I feel like I’m losing my mind without her. My wolf, Dion, can feel her wolf but she’s weak. Our baby boy isn’t doing well without his mama. He’s barely eaten anything and the doctors are worried. He’s lost so much weight since he’s been born. We’ve tried formula but his little body is rejecting it. Mom went to get a different brand from the nurses so we can try again. We really need this to work. Freya wanted him to breastfeed but it feels wrong to have him feed from her while she’s unconscious. I can’t do that to her. I won’t use my wife as a milk machine. Mom comes in with the bottles and hands me one.

“This one is sensitive. Hopefully he will take it,” she says.

I attempt to feed him but he will not latch onto the bottle.

“Here, let me try,” mom says.

I place my son in her arms and pray to the Goddess that he takes the milk. At this point I don’t care who feeds him as long as he eats. Mom tries her best but he won’t latch to the bottle for her either. He cries and screams every time the bottle touches his mouth.

“Ahh,” mom cries.

“Are you ok mama?” I ask her, kneeling by her side.

“I’m fine son. Every time I hear a baby cry my breasts automatically start leaking and it can be painful. It’s feeding time for the quads and I didn’t bring my pump,” she says.

As if my son knows what he’s doing he turns his face towards my mother’s breast and tries to find her milk.

“Mama,” I say.

“Yes?” she says.

“I know this sounds weird, but would you feed my son? He hasn’t taken any milk since he was born. He can’t survive on the IV they have to hydrate him,” I say.

“I don’t know if I should. That is such a special bonding moment for mothers and their infants. I’d hate to take that away from Freya,” she says.

“Please mom. Freya wanted to feed him herself and he is not taking any of the formulas we’ve tried. I wouldn’t ask if there were any other way. I don’t even know if he will take it but I’m desperate. I couldn’t live with myself if Freya were to know how incapable I am of taking care of our son,” I say.

“I can try changing my scent to match Freya’s. Maybe that will help the baby connect with her when she wakes up,” she says.

“Anything mom. Please, just try,” I say.

She unbuttons her blouse and frees her breast. She positions him at her n****e and he opens his mouth immediately. He seems to be struggling.

“There. He’s taking it,” mom smiles. “He’s feeding.”

“Thank you Goddess,” I say, letting the tears fall that I’ve been holding back. After a while she changes him over to the other side and he continues to drink.

“He’s ravenous son,” she chuckles.

“He’s making up for lost time I guess,” I say.

“I’m going to stop him. I don’t want him to make himself sick. If he’s still hungry after thirty minutes or so we’ll try giving him breastmilk from a bottle. Goddess willing he will take it,” she says.

She fixes her clothes and burps him. He spits up a tiny bit but it’s not the projectile vomit we’ve experienced with the formula. After a few minutes he falls asleep and I couldn’t be happier. After she places him in his crib I pull her into a hug.

“Thank you mom. You have no idea what that means to me,” I tell her.

“I’m happy to help son,” she says.

I go over to my sleeping beauty.

“He ate my love. Our boy is going to be just fine. Please wake up and come back to me. To us. I can’t wait for you to meet him,” I say, kissing her forehead.

“Have you thought about naming him? We can’t keep calling him the baby,” mom says.

“We had a wager going. Freya swore we were having a girl. I thought we were having a boy. We said whoever was right would name the baby,” I laugh.

“Well. You won,” she laughs. “What have you decided?”

“I was thinking, Aaron Dominic Mikaelson. I know you’re going to go look for Alaric and I’ll be gaining another father. But I wanted to honor Aroha. She sacrificed herself for us before I was even born. I never got to meet her or know her,” I say.

I can see the tears in her eyes for her lost mate.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea sweetie,” she says. 

“When are you guys going to the fairy realm?” I ask.

“We’ll wait until Freya wakes up,” she says. “Especially since I’m going to be feeding five babies until she wakes up. Speaking of feeding. I think your little man heard us. Let’s try a bottle this time.”

We called the nurse and asked for a breast pump and mom conjured the most lifelike breastfeeding bottles. Mom pumped and we poured a couple of ounces into the bottle. I took my son into my arms and kissed his forehead.

“Ok Aaron. Can you please drink for Daddy? We gotta do this for mommy. Ok?” I told him.

I put the bottle to his mouth but he kept it closed. Mom snaps her fingers.

“What did you do?” I ask.

“I mixed Freya’s scent with yours so that he smells her when you’re feeding him,” she says.

I hold my son close to my chest so he can feel my heartbeat and put the bottle to his mouth. When he latches onto the bottle I am so happy I could burst.

“He’s eating. Mom he’s doing it,” I can feel myself shedding tears of joy. I can finally feed my son. “Thank you Aaron.”

I give thanks to the moon goddess for this small miracle.