Sterling helped me take off my shirt, I laid the baby across my chest watching as he buried his face against my skin.
“I’m so sorry,” Sterling kissed my temple, “you should’ve had an amazing birthing experience and instead this is what you had to go through”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s here and healthy and we’re both alive. You made it here when I needed you most,” I smiled at him with tears in my eyes.
The pain was still hidden in his eyes, but they softened when the baby began making little cooing noises. The baby’s little fingers touched my necklace.
Sterling moved around a bit, pulling something from his pocket and holding a small circular object in his palm. It looked like a mold of my necklace, but it was a bright stone.
“When I was younger. Parker, Quinton and I were playi
