All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Sarah POVI grabbed my hospital bag then, proceeding to the front door, which had been packed up and set for weeks. Now, each contraction was stronger beyond the last contractions came more frequently. I did anxiously wait for a cab upon the front porch while trying to focus upon my breathing. My hands trembled just a bit as I clutched at my belly, and I whispered with reassurances for that tiny life there inside me.That cab ride on the way to the hospital felt as though it was like an eternity. I tried hard to stay calm, and I gripped the seat because each road bump caused pain in my body. I barely noticed the driver glancing nervously at me in the rearview mirror. I shut my eyes tight to try to control pain by inhaling and exhaling. Finally, we got there upon our arrival to the hospital. That kind nurse, who was helping me out of that cab, quickly whisked me away to the maternity ward in a wheelchair at my side.I was brought on into the delivery room then. At the time that this hap

Sarah POVOnce the nurse quietly stepped out of it, a peaceful stillness settled over all of the room a sacred calm for moments like these. Alessandro and Adrian felt awe and tenderness on their faces soften as they took turns holding the baby, each cradling the bundle with utmost care. Our little one was still asleep yet he stirred then gently. Though his tiny body stayed perfectly content and even he was oblivious to this, his presence carried some emotional weight.Alessandro murmured as he brushed a hand over the baby’s soft head saying, “We’re going to give support to you at every step of the way.” He spoke with a steady tender voice adding, “You have so many people who already care about you.”Adrian nodded, and then his voice was quite low and also firm. “We’re in this together, without question.”Golden sunlight spilled in through that window as day waned, casting a soft glowing halo over the room. The rhythm that was between us became quiet plus natural because we passed the

Adrian POVSarah hesitated for just a moment before she then gave a soft nod for her fingers tightened just slightly around the very edge of that hospital blanket that had been draped across her lap. Perhaps her expression showed uncertainty, or the moment's weight pressed down between us near—something unreadable existed in it. Alessandro shifted at the baby gently within his arms and then stepped forward. As he did this I held my breath noting his composed calm demeanor.He met my gaze. Only a quiet understanding existed there, without triumph or smugness, and no resentment. Despite everything that came before, we were here for we sought the same thing. He held out the baby to me silently. His movements were both careful and also reverent. He behaved like something sacred was below him.And he was.Something from inside of me shifted at the moment that small, warm weight settled into my arms. I inhaled sharply, overwhelmed. My heart pounded so hard, and then I thought that I just mig

Alessandro POVThe baby stirred softly in Adrian’s arms, toward his tiny fingers Adrian’s thumb instinctively felt curling. It was everything during that quiet, sacred moment, but to the outside world, such a small gesture was unremarkable. The face of Adrian showed it to me. Emotion visibly rose in his eyes so his lips parted releasing a shaky exhale. He looked down at his son with awe because reverence was etched into every movement as he brushed the back of one trembling finger over the baby’s soft cheek.His voice was thick plus raw as he whispered, “I’m sorry, Sarah.” “I know I've let you down for everything, and things won't be the same, though in whatever way I can, I want to be here for both of you, for him.”Sarah inhaled sharply, her hand hovered for just a second above the baby’s head before she smoothed gently down his wispy curls. I thought she might not answer in a moment, and her lips trembled. She nodded just then, but still her voice was but a whisper. “Thank you, Adri

Sarah POVI glanced down at that tiny face nestled there against me, carefully studying there the faint wisp of dark hair there on his head, plus that delicate curve there of his nose. He was perfect. And he deserved a name of strength, of meaning, and that reflected the adventure that had led us here.Speaking softly as I held him nearer, I mentioned gently, “I’ve considered names suggesting some kind of expectation”. “Names that are symbolizing a new beginning do feel right for everything that we’ve been through at just this moment.”Alessandro nodded. His hand came to rest gently upon my shoulder. “That sounds just perfect,” he murmured then. “Is there truly anything you have in mind now?”Hesitation occurred since the names spun within my head as breezes murmured. Finally, I gathered up the courage. I spoke of them aloud after all of that. “What do you think about Gabriel?” I did ask. Then my voice was scarcely more than a murmur. In light of our shared history, it feels correct; i