I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 615

Finn rushed into the delivery room, completely ignoring the newborn and sprinting straight toward Sienna.

He was moving so fast that he tripped, nearly eating the floor.

Sienna lay on the bed, her complexion pale, strands of sweat-dampened hair clinging to her forehead.

Seeing him stumble in, a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Slow down."

Finn crouched down beside the bed, grabbing her hand and pressing her palm against his cheek, taking several long seconds before his raspy voice finally broke the silence.

"Did it hurt?"

Sienna pouted, looking entirely aggrieved.

"It hurt so much."

His heart ached as he held her hand, bringing it to his lips for a tender kiss.

"We're never having another one."

Sienna didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You haven't even looked at him."

The young nurse had been standing behind Finn for quite a while, holding the baby.

"Congratulations, he's a handsome little guy."

Finn finally stood up, turning around to take the tiny bundle.

His posture was textbook perfect—one hand supporting the head and neck, the other cradling the back, securing the baby firmly in the crook of his arm, looking so natural that anyone would think he was a seasoned pro.

Finn stared down at the tiny ball in his arms.

The baby was incredibly light, almost weightless, but that soft, delicate sensation traveled up his arm and settled right into his chest, making him almost too afraid to breathe.

It felt incredibly surreal.

He had to repeat it over and over in his head—I'm a dad, this is my child—just to ground himself in reality.

Turning slightly, Finn carefully brought the baby over to Sienna.

He crouched half-way, lowering the swaddle just enough so she could see his face.

Their heads leaned together, separated only by that tiny, wrinkled little face.

The baby had his eyes closed, his small mouth slightly parted, and his skin was so translucent they could see the faint trace of tiny veins underneath.

Sienna gently brushed her finger against his cheek, the skin as soft as a cloud.

"He's so tiny," she whispered.

Finn's gaze remained locked on the infant as he murmured in awe.

"So this is what a life looks like at the very beginning."

Seeing the absolute devotion on his face, Sienna felt a sudden lump in her throat.

"Yeah. Life is a true miracle."

The delivery room door pushed open, and the crowd waiting outside flooded in.

Maeve led the charge, her steps brisk.

The moment she heard it, Sienna loved it.

"Perfect. Logan Fletcher it is."

Georgina stood all the way in the back, shoulder-to-shoulder with Noah.

She lowered her voice.

"Sienna and Finn have been through so much. I truly hope their future is exactly like their new baby's namesake—safe and smooth."

Noah was craning his neck toward the crib, but upon hearing Georgina's words, a wave of emotion hit him, making his eyes well up.

Georgina noticed his sudden sentimentality and gave him a gentle nudge with her elbow.

"What's wrong with you?"

Noah sniffled, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

"I'm an uncle."

Georgina paused for a second before bursting into a soft laugh.

"You're just an uncle, look how worked up you are. Wait until you have your own..."

She cut herself off mid-sentence, realizing Noah was staring intently straight at her.

Her face flushed a deep crimson, and she quickly turned away, going entirely silent.

Noah didn't say another word either, but the corners of his mouth curved upward as his heart hammered wildly against his ribs.

Because the moment she mentioned the future, his mind and heart were entirely filled with the woman standing right in front of him.