The Homeless Girl and the CEO- Sequel

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Chapter Forty Eight

Leah's POV

I gave into my tiredness and close my eyes for a brief second before I heard Jordan shouting, in my ear.

"Don't do this Leah, don't do this to me!" Jordan whisper yelled, expressing anxiety!

"Push Leah, you can do this, just push!" Dr. Mehra's voice broke though as I felt myself falling into unconsciousness.

Opening my eyes, I threw my head forward.

"AHHHH!" I pushed as hard as I could, as Jordan's overnight shadow, rubbed against my face.

"That's it, that's it!" Dr. Mehra says proudly. "We have a head," she chuckles, "just one more big push, just like the last one." She encourages me.

"You can do it baby, you can do it!" Jordan whispers in my ear.

Turning to the side, I met his eyes that's darker than usual.

In the midst of the pain, I hope he saw the smile on my lips.

Nodding, I grit my teeth, screaming as I pushed, once again.

"Good, good, good!" Dr. Mehra exclaims, moments before I heard a soft cooing sound, followed by a loud wail.

Jordan immediately lifted his head of my face, his eyes widen in shock as he stares at Dr. Mehra.

"It's a boy!" Dr. Mehra chuckles!

I couldn't see clearly from my angle so I looked at Jordan instead, my eyes welling up with tears, at the look of awe in his eyes.

With his lips slightly apart, he gently releases my hand in slow motion, moving away from me and towards the little bundle Dr. Mehra was holding, out to him.

"Jordan Branson, meet your son," Dr. Mehra says softly and it was only when she placed my baby in my husband's hands, that the tears started flowing.

Jordan turned with our son in his arms for me to see him for the first time.

"He's perfect!" Jordan gushed at the baby, whose body was covered with some. thick white thing, plastered to his skin.

Nodding in agreement, I reached out to touch his hand.

"Yes he is." I responded, sleepily.

Dr. Mehra came around to Jordan, "give him to the nurse to get him cleaned up and after a short examination, I'll return him to you." Dr. Mehra smiles, nodding for the nurse to take our baby, from Jordan's hand.

Jordan followed the nurse and if he didn't, I would have told him too. Even if the nurse didn't want Jordan hovering around while she attended to our baby, she couldn't do anything about it.

"Let's get you clean up too," Dr. Mehra smiled, nodding to two other nurses.

Jordan paid for extra staff during my delivery and afterwards, to ensure, that all goes well.

While the nurses, helped me tidy myself, I kept my eyes on my husband's head, whose back was facing me since he was focusing on his son.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling any form of discomfort?" Dr. Mehra checks the monitor that I was attached too, so that she can monitor my blood pressure, while questioning me about my health.

Smiling through sleepy eyes, "I am fine," I responded. "I only feel tired but that is normal, right?" I ask softly, aware that Jordan would only be satisfied when I get a clean bill of health from Dr. Mehra.

Nodding, "yes it's normal but I need to know anything out the ordinary" glancing at Jordan's back, just before he turned with a goofy smile on his face, "for your husband's peace of mind." She gives me a knowing smile.

"I'm sending you to your room but I'm taking young Branson to another room for a thorough examination," Dr. Mehra touches my shoulders as she spoke, with a brief glance at Jordan's back, when my eyes widen in panic.

"What's wrong?" I whispered softly, hoping Jordan doesn't hear me.

"He's a few weeks early, so let me do what I have to do and" pausing she nods at Jordan. "He can remain and observe." Dr. Mehra smiles reassuringly to ease my mind.

I stared at Jordan, sighing deeply. "You won't have a choice because he won't leave his son." I nod tiredly, leaving Dr. Mehra to deal with Jordan.

"Hey," Jordan whispers while placing light feather kisses on my forehead. "The Doctor wants to do a few tests on Junior so I'll go with you and wa..." Jordan was saying.

My eyes quickly flutter open, again.

Shaking my head, "no, no," I tried looking behind Jordan. "You stay and bring him to me." I whispered in between a throbbing headache.

"Leah" Jordan turns around but I interrupted him.

"Stay and bring him to me," I repeated, closing my eyes once again.

Doesn't he realize that I am tired after all the heavy breathing and pushing?

"Wake up mummy, junior's hungry," a voice whispers in my ear.

Frowning, as I felt myself being drawn from a deep sleep.

"Wake up mummy." A voice I recognize whispers again.

Blinking, I opened my eyes, until I was fully focused on Jordan.

I sat upright quickly, fully awake.

"Where's my baby?" I asked, panicking, racking my brain to remember what happened earlier.

Nodding behind him, "right there and he's hungry," Jordan explains.

"Okay?" I frowned.

Indicating to my breasts, "you're the one carrying his tea!" Jordan pointed out!

A nurse was by my side in that moment, "let me help you," she offered kindly.

Do I need help to feed my child?

The nurse give me wipes to clean my nipples before handing me my baby and after a few minutes, they left Jordan and I alone, with me feeding my son and his father looking on.

From the moment, the nurse placed my son in my arms, I cried realizing I've fallen love for the second time in my life.

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