Jaselyn's POV
The deafening silence that followed was scarier than what I thought I just heard.
“I'm sorry, what?” I asked the doctor, a hundred percent sure that I had misheard what she just said.
She blinked and stared at me dumbly.
“Give me my baby. He's probably weak because he's premature and that's why he isn't crying. Hand him to me so I can feed him, all he needs is his mother's milk.” I demanded with outstretched hands.
“Jaselyn, dear…..” The doctor began but I glared dangerously at her.
“Give me my baby.” I repeated sternly and she placed him in my arms.
He was small and covered in a thin layer of vernix but he was pale; eyes closed, sleeping peacefully like an angel.
I caressed his cheek and realized he was cold, sparse tiny eyelashes unmoving. This is a little odd, is
