Alaia │A-lay-ah│ Meaning: joyful; happy "Just push again for me; just one more push, mama". "Daniel, I can't do this. I can't". "Hey, look at me. Look at me. You can do this. I'm right here. I'm not leaving; we-me and you are in this together. I am never leaving you, darling". "What if I'm a terrible mother?" "What if I just let her down? Let you down". "You could never let me down, and you won't do that to her either". "She's here, mama, just one last push". As he held her in his arms, her screams filled the delivery room, and the sounds of a new cry slowly filled the room. "Congratulations on your baby girl" The mother ignored the remark as she was smitten by her perfect bundle of joy, gazing at her as though everything in the world finally made sense. "What would you like to name her". "My little joy, you are perfect," the mother whispered to her baby. "Alaia, her name is Alaia," she said finally, tearing her gaze from her baby to look at the nurse and then to her husband, who gave her a reassuring look as he repeated the name "Alaia, our Joy". This story contains -mention of abuse -mature language -mature scenes -drug use/talk -self-harm and suicidal thoughts -death -grief 11,000 - 12,000 words Started- 11/05/2023 Finished- 25/05/2023
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