mine all mine - nm²⁹
summary - the arrival of baby mackinnon!
pairings - nathan mackinnon x doctor!reader
warnings - childbirth, parental anxiety, tooth-rotting fluff, and not proofread!
wc - 5.1k
requested - no!
a/n - that’s a shit ass summary but oh well! natemack you are a brainworm to me I have written two fics for him in the span of two weeks. long ass fics too that end up at 5.1k, strange. Anyways, I promise I am working on Connor and figure skater reader though!
You feel like you’ve been pregnant for 10 years.
It’s an exaggeration, yes. But when you’re a week past your due date, and you feel like you’re going stir crazy from the anticipation, time seems to move more slowly. Nate’s been on edge all week. He left for a roadie on Monday, and his worst fear is missing the birth of your daughter. So he calls three times a day: morning, noon, and night. Your answer every time has been the same.
“No baby yet, it’s all good.”
Not that it does much to ease his worries. You’ve been to your OB three times this week alone, monitoring the health of your baby and the placenta. She says if your water doesn’t break by today, when Nate conveniently gets home, they’ll induce you on Saturday morning. You’d love to be induced now and get the baby out, but Nate needs to be there.
“We’re about to take off. Still no baby yet?” Nate asks.
“Nope, she’s still cozied up inside me.” Your phone is pressed to your ear, and you sigh, looking down at your bump, which has dropped more in the last few days. “Not coming out, the second you get home, I’m giving you a day to get mentally prepared because I’m going to be induced tomorrow. This motherfucking baby is coming out of me by the end of this weekend.”
“Okay baby, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable any longer.” Nate agrees quickly, he doesn’t like the idea of you being uncomfortable any longer than you have to be.
“I really just need you to come home. Having four parents hovering around me waiting for this baby to come, I’m suffocating.”
“I’ll be home in two hours, and then we can go have our baby girl.” He reassures you. “I’ve gotta go now, I'll be back soon. Text me if anything changes.”
“I assure you nothing will. I’ll still be a beached whale when you come home.” You sigh and watch the front door open, revealing your parents. “My jailers are home. Have a safe flight, baby. I love you.”
“Don’t call your parents your jailers.” Nate laughs, “I love you too. I’ll be back in two hours.”
The call disconnects, and your mother directs your father to put the groceries on the counter. “Hi sweetie, was that Nate?” Your dad kisses the top of your head.
“Yeah, just making sure our baby girl hasn’t started to make her way out.” Your humor, nearing the end of your pregnancy, has become far more crude, “If my water doesn’t break today, we’re going to the hospital tomorrow morning.”
“Alright, we got you both some groceries, and Kathy is coming over later to help me prepare some meals for you both so you don’t have to think about cooking.” Your mom begins unpacking the bags, and despite calling them your jailers, your parents and Nate's have been heaven-sent.
“Thanks, Mom. I think I’m gonna go take a nap.” You let out a yawn, hands braced on your lower back, the area has become increasingly more stiff over the past two days.
“We’ll get you up by the time Nate gets home.” She nods, opening the refrigerator.
“If I’m not up by the time he gets home just send him upstairs.”
“Will do, honey.” Your dad pushes you up the stairs, finally, and you slowly trudge back to your room.
Crawling under the covers, you wrap yourself around the pregnancy pillow that Nate hates so much, and get some shut-eye. In what feels like two minutes passing, you wake up to the feeling of a hand on your face. You blink your eyes open to see Nate smiling down at you.
“Hi, my love.” You mumble, sleep still a warm blanket over you.
“Hi, baby.” He kisses your cheek gently. “Sleep okay?”
“I didn't mean to sleep so long.” Nate helps you up, and you brace your hands on his shoulders. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“Me too.” Nate presses his mouth against yours, and you melt into the kiss. “I’m glad our baby girl decided to wait for me. I would never forget myself if I missed her birth.”
“Well, you have a two-day break, and our baby girl will be here tomorrow.”
“I know I can’t wait to meet her.” He presses a hand to your bump, “Let’s get you something to eat before we settle in for the night. I’ll check the hospital bag one more time.”
“Okay.” You nod and walk downstairs to the sound of laughter coming from your and Nate’s parents. “Its strange to have everyone here.”
“The fullest the house has been in a while. But, I missed it.”
“Not me?” You joke.
“You the most out of everything.” He kisses the side of your head.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Your dad laughs as the two of you walk down the stairs.
“It’s the evening, Dad.” You roll your eyes.
“You were out for a while.” Your mom notes, and you join her and Kathy in the living room.
“I am so tired all the time. My back hurts too, like I can’t see my feet anymore.”
“All a part of the process.” Kathy pats your shoulder.
“Good game in Minnesota, son.” Graham pats Nate on the shoulder.
“Thanks, Dad.” Nate smiles and sits down on the couch next to you. “Comfortable?”
“No, but what can you do?” You place your feet into his lap and Nate rubs small circles on the inside of your ankle. “Fuck my back hurts.”
“Language, darling.” Your mother scolds, and you sigh.
“I’m 41 years pregnant, mom, let me have this please?”
“Very funny, but you’ll have to watch that mouth of yours once the baby is born.” She raises an eyebrow, and you nod.
“Nate’s not much better.”
“Throwing me under the bus, in front of our parents? Is this what our marriage has come to?” Nate scoffs, pinching your shin. You laugh, trying to swat his hand away.
“Ack!” You screech, as he tickles the bottom of your foot.
“Tickling your pregnant wife is not very nice of you, Nathan. I taught you better.” Kathy lightly smacks the back of his head in a teasing manner.
“You did.” Nate ceases his tickling, “See a perfect gentleman.”
“Sure…” You narrow your eyes and try to stand up, “Someone help me up.”
Nate gets off the couch and helps you up, steadying you before letting you walk in the direction of the kitchen. “Are you ready for dinner, hon?” Your mom calls from the living room.
“Yeah, I can help make something.” You open the refrigerator and feel your back twinge, a grimace forming on your face.
“You okay, baby?” Nate asks, noticing the look on your face.
“Yeah.” You pause for a moment before straightening up again. “What do people want to eat?”
“We got this, sweetheart, you just relax.” Your father comes up behind you, and you wince again as the pain in your back starts in your stomach. The cramping feeling has you gripping the table. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”
Nate crosses the room with concern written on his face, “Talk to me, baby.” His hand comes to your face, and you look at him.
“I think I’m in labor, my water hasn’t broken yet, but fuck, this kid has great timing.” You lean over the counter with your head resting against the cool marble.
“Oh shit.” Nate rubs your back soothingly. “Should we get you to the hospital?”
“No, my contractions aren’t close enough, and my water hasn’t broken yet. We should eat dinner and maybe get some rest, because once my water breaks, there’s no stopping this baby from coming.” You stand up straight.
“You’re in labor, sit down, please.” Nate steers you away from the kitchen. “I’ll make dinner, you just sit down.”
“Fine, fine.” The cramping feeling goes away, but the spike in your anxiety. The realization that you will be having this baby within the next day or so has you in shock.
The next contraction comes twenty minutes later, your mom holds your hand through the 30 seconds, and you can see the concern in Nate’s eyes.
“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Can I get you some water?” Your mom brushes some stray strands of hair from your eyes.
“I think I want to go put a pad on for precaution, just so it’s less of a mess when my water breaks.”
“Let me help you upstairs then.” You look over at Nate, and he’s watching you like a hawk.
“I’m fine, my love, just going to change into something more comfortable.” You squeeze his hand as you walk past the kitchen and move upstairs.
It goes on the same way for hours, your labor progressing at snail's pace and Nate worrying about even leaving your side. You're both lying in bed, your water has yet to break, and your contractions are twenty minutes apart.
“I feel like we should go to the hospital.” Nate is anxious, and probably going through every worst-case scenario his brain can imagine.
“Once my contractions are closer together or my water breaks, we can.” You mumble, cuddling closer to your pregnancy pillow.
“I’m just worried.” He finally lays down, cradling you from behind.
“I know you are, but we’ve still got a long way to go. Baby Girl isn’t here yet.” You bring his hand to your mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles.
“But she’s coming. What should I do about the game? We play on Monday.”
“If you want to go play, you can, but if you want to stay with me, that's fine too. You don’t have to make a decision now, there’s still time.” You feel sleep trying to overcome you, but another contraction hits, and you have to grit your teeth.
“Another one?” Nate sits up, and it’s pretty clear that neither of you is going to get much sleep tonight. “We could go for a walk? Or maybe you could take a hot bath?”
“Bath sounds nice.” You push out of bed and walk into the en-suite bathroom. “Are you gonna join me?”
“This is for you. Besides, the tub isn’t big enough for both of us.” Nate shakes his head.
“Fine…I’ll get you in the bath with me someday.” You grin and turn on the faucet.
“We did that on our honeymoon.”
“But that tub was the size of a small pool. I mean the one in this house.” You pour a generous amount of Epsom salt and bubble bath into the scalding hot water.
“Maybe sometime.” Nate pulls out the soft, fluffy towels you both preserve for special occasions.
“Not even when I’m in labor?” You scoff and start to strip out of your sleep clothes.
“Don’t make me sound like a bad husband.” He turns off the faucet and helps you into the tub.
The hot water does wonders to soothe some of your aching muscles, not everything, but enough to make you feel more comfortable. Nate sits down on the ledge, and you rest your head on his thigh.
“I’m nervous.” You finally speak, saying the two words neither of you had dared to say.
“Me too. Like, I don’t know how to care for a baby, what if I drop her, or I’m never here enough, and I miss all the big milestones?”
“You’ll be here, and there will be plenty of milestones for you to see. But whether you will be there for her physically or not, our girl will know her dad loves her.” Nate strokes your head gently.
“You’re gonna be a great mom.”
“And you’re gonna be a great dad. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, it will only make you miss the little things.” You look up at him.
“The little things?” He questions.
“The small moments that feel inconsequential at the time but will mean everything in the future. If you aren’t there for the milestones, who cares? Make your own. Ones that are gonna be important to you.” You straighten out your back and lean closer up near his hip.
“You always know what to say, don’t you?” Nate smiles.
“One of my many talents. It’s the empathetic side of me, or my bedside manner, not really sure.” You hum before feeling another contraction come on. Nate grabs your hand as you breathe through the cramping sensation. Once it relents, you take a deep breath, “That one was like 45 seconds.”
“They’re getting longer and closer together. Your last one was only 18 minutes ago.” Nate looks down at his watch.
“Two minutes closer now.” You sigh, “This is getting more real by the second.”
“Your water hasn’t broken yet?” He asks and you shake your head.
“Once they get to five minutes apart and are 60 seconds long, we can go. Or if anything concerning starts happening.” You feel your baby girl moving around, a sign that everything is okay and nothing is wrong.
“Okay. Is the bath helping at least?”
“A little, it’s the closest I’m probably going to get to sleeping for the next few days, so I’ll take what I can get.” You run your hand through the bubbles sitting on top of the water. “You can go get some sleep, though. I’ll wake you up if anything happens.”
“No, I’ll stay with you. If you’re sleep deprived, I will be too.” Nate shakes his head, and you rest your head further into his side.
Nothing happens until three am.
You and Nate are downstairs taking laps around the living room when your water breaks. Luckily, you had opted to wear a sanitary pad, so the damage to your clothes wasn’t too bad. Then it’s go time.
Nate checks the hospital bag one last time while you change into some new clothes. Your mom pokes her head out of the guest bedroom door, blinking a few times.
“My water broke, Momma. We’re going to the hospital now. Nate will call you once labor processes more, go back to sleep.” You whisper, and you can see the smile spreading across her face.
“My baby is having her baby.” You can see the tears in her eyes, “You’ll do amazing, honey. Remind Nate to keep us updated. All four of us will want to be there as soon as possible.”
You give her a long hug, “I’ll make sure he does.”
“Good, now off you go.”
You walk back down the stairs and make your way into the garage. Nate helps you into the car, and you begin the drive to the hospital.
•••
You finally get some sleep when they administer your epidural. Nate rests on the chair next to your bed, but doesn’t get much sleep himself. He’d hoped that finally seeing you out of some of your pain would help him relax, but the time until your daughter joins you two in this world is slowly approaching, and the anticipation is ruining his chances of sleeping.
“Go to sleep, Nate.” You murmur, peeking your eyes open slightly.
“Did I wake you?”
“Yes, I can hear your thoughts in my sleep. You are exuding anxiety right now. Just try to sleep a little, please? I’m fine, the baby is fine, you’re fine.” You look over at him, thumb running over his knuckles gently.
“I’m sorry, it’s just getting so close. She’s gonna be here soon.”
“I know, but we’re still a few hours off from that. Sleep for now, I’ll wake you up if anything changes.” You let your eyes close again, trying to get some shut-eye.
Nate does eventually fall asleep, a measly two hours, but enough to rejuvenate him for the actual birthing process. The nurse walks in to check your progress, while Nate is holding your hand, pushing your hair away from your damp forehead.
“Well, Mama, you’re 9 centimeters dilated, we’ll come back in about thirty minutes to see if you made it to full dilation.”
“Okay.” You nod and rest your head back against the pillows. She covers your legs with the blankets and leaves both of you alone. “I thought this would be faster.”
“It’s been 12 hours at this point.” Nate looks at the clock, realizing that it’s now 5 in the morning.
“This is taking a long time. Like I knew it would, but it’s still a shock.”
“Yeah, I thought once your water broke, it would be quicker.” Nate sits back into the chair, “Do you need anything? Like ice chips or to walk around?”
“Ice chips would be good.” You nod, and Nate walks out the door, but not before kissing your sweaty forehead, not that it matters to him.
You reach for your phone and see that your messages have blown up.
MELISSA LANDESKOG
You’re gonna do great Y/N! I’m sending all of my love to you, Nate and Baby MacKinnon! 🩷
TRACY MAKAR
Happy Labor Day! Can’t wait to meet the little one soon!
SID
Nate texted saying you were in labor, and as Godfather (don’t deny it, you both know she’s going to be my goddaughter), I sent a care package in the mail. All the essentials for Baby N and you, can’t wait to meet her in the summer!
MOM
Love you, sweetheart. Text me or have Nate text Dad and me once you feel comfortable having visitors.
KATHY
Just woke up to Nate’s texts. I know your mom will have sent something similar, but text us once you’re ready for visitors!
DAD
We love you and Nate so much, can’t wait to meet my granddaughter.
YOUR SISTER
I’ve booked my flights, and I will be in Denver tomorrow! Good luck with everything. I can't wait to meet my niece!
SARAH
Nate just texted and said you were in labor! I’m going to try to get to Denver as soon as possible! Tell her Aunt Sarah says hi, and I’ll spoil her once I get to see her!
Nate comes back with a cup of ice chips and a coffee for himself. Probably black with no cream or sugar, slightly psychotic in your opinion, but you have the biggest sweet tooth, so anything without sugar in it is an abomination to you.
“Rubbing it in my face, aren’t you?” You take the ice chips from him and pop one into your mouth.
“I don’t mean to baby.” He’s being very sweet about it.
“I know you don’t, but my body is being kept awake by the worst cramps of my life, basically.” You set your phone back onto the table, “I would love caffeine instead right about now.”
Nate laughs and sets the cup down, “I would happily give you some, but I’m afraid the nurse would disapprove.”
“I know she would. They run a tight ship around here.” Your phone buzzes, and you look at the notification.
“Who is it?”
“Your dad. He’s saying what the rest have been saying. Good luck and tell us when the baby is here so we can see her.” You turn off your phone again. “Also, Sid is sending a care package. Said it was his duty as our daughter's godfather.”
“He gave himself the title already, huh?” Nate raises an eyebrow.
“He wasn’t wrong though, he is her godfather.” You shrug.
“Yeah he’s very intuitive.”
“Oh fuck.” You feel another contraction coming on, and Nate grabs your hand. “We’ve got to be close.”
“Should I grab the nurse?” He asks, and you nod. Everything about this contraction feels like it’s go time.
“Please.”
“He comes back quickly, your labor and delivery nurse trailing right behind him. “Alright, Mama, let’s take a look. Yep, you are fully dilated. I’ll grab the doctor, and we’ll begin the process of bringing your baby into the world.”
“Is this really happening?” You look up at Nate, bleary-eyed.
“Yeah, it is, I don’t think I’m ready.”
“Me neither.” You chuckle wetly, “Oh God, I’m not ready, Nate.”
“Hey, hey, look at me.” Now it was his turn to talk you off a ledge, “We’ve got this, more importantly, you got this. In a little bit, we’re gonna finally be able to hold our daughter. In real life, she’s going to be real, and she’ll be ours to love and cherish forever.”
“You’re right.” Another contraction comes, and your body feels an overwhelming urge to push. “I need the doctor now.”
“We’re back,” The nurse says cheerfully, your OB, Dr. Jeffries flocking just behind.
“Let’s see your progress, Y/N.” She props your feet up and flips up the blanket, “Oh yes, it’s time to start pushing. Dad go stand by her head and take her hand.”
Nate follows her directions and takes your hand, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your forehead. “I’m here, baby.”
“When you feel the next contraction, I’m going to need you to push as hard as possible.”
“Okay.” You nod and take some deep breaths.
“Alright and push.” Dr. Jeffries urges, and you bear down.
You let out a grunt, the pressure of your baby moving through the birthing canal a strange sensation that you’ve never felt before. Nate flinches as you squeeze the hell out of his hand, but it’s not his place to complain while you’re going through the miracle of childbirth.
“Relax now.” You let out a breath as the contraction slows to a stop. “You’re doing well, Y/N. I’m starting to see the baby's head.”
“You think I could be one of those women who gets this done in 15 minutes?” You try to catch your breath.
“It’s possible, but since this is your first, it could take up to an hour.” Dr. Jeffries replies, and you lean your head back against the pillows.
“14-hour labor, not the worst I’ve heard o- fuck me!” You begin, but are cut off by the contraction.
“Alright, another big push.” You death-grip Nate’s arm. “Good job, Mama.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can, baby, you’ve got this. You’re doing so well.” Nate kisses your temple. He wants this to be over for you. He can tell you’re in pain, and he would do anything to make it better for you.
You continue to push for the next fifty minutes, and the feeling that you’ve made little progress has you exhausted. Nate wipes your forehead with a towel and helps pull your hair away from your face. He detangles your hair and puts it into a haphazard braid. You’ll teach him how to do it better, but for just learning how to do it, he’s pretty good.
“Thank you, baby.” You take some deep breaths.
“No problem.”
“Two more big pushes, Mama, then your baby will be here.” Nate settles back by your head, and you grip his forearm. “Give me a push now.”
You let out a groan as the next contraction hits, “God, let this be over, please.”
“You’re really close, Mama. We just got to get her shoulders out.” Dr. Jeffries says, and you give a weak nod, you’ve been pushing for nearly an hour, and the exhaustion is evident in your body.
“You’re doing so well, baby.”
“I need this baby out.” You grunt as another contraction comes on.
“Last push Mama.”
“Oh my god! Fucking hell!” You push hard, and Dr. Jeffries helps get your baby out the rest of the way.
“She’s here!” She exclaims, and a piercing cry emits from your daughter. All the exhaustion, pain, and pure joy come out of you in a happy sob, “Do you want to cut the umbilical cord, Dad?”
“Yes.” Nate moves from your head to your feet.
“Cut here. Then we’ll give her to mom.” She directs, and Nate uses the scissors to cut where Dr. Jeffries has pointed. “There you go.”
The nurse cleans your baby girl before moving to the head of the bed and placing her on your chest. Tears immediately flood your eyes as she squirms against your skin.
“She’s perfect.” Your hand strokes her head, “Hi, baby girl, I’m your momma.”
You scoot over on the hospital bed, and Nate sits down next to you. His hand comes up to her back, stroking the soft baby skin.
“And I’m your dad.” Tears fill Nate’s eyes, his arm comes to rest around your shoulders, “She's definitely perfect.”
“I never want to let her go.” You press a kiss to her baby-soft head.
“She’s real now. Like she’s actually here.” Nate tilts your chin up and captures your lips in a tender kiss. “Our girl.”
“Niamh Regina MacKinnon.”
“Hi Niamh, it's nice to finally meet you.” Nate presses a kiss to her head as well.
“We’re gonna love you forever.”
“Forever.”
•••
Any time that Niamh spends outside of your arms, you feel like you’re missing a limb. There’s this ever-present ache anytime you’re apart from her, Nate texted both of your parents to head over to the hospital. One of the nurses helps you change out of the hospital gown and into some more comfy pajamas. Your legs are very wobbly, and every muscle in your body is on fire as Nate helps you back into bed.
“Alright, Mom and Dad, your baby is all cleaned and ready for others to begin showing up.” The nurse places Niamh, all swaddled, in your arms. “She was 9 pounds and 3 ounces and 19.7 inches long, so definitely on the bigger side. She passed everything on the APGAR test and is overall a very healthy baby.”
“What time was she born?” You ask and cradle Niamh close to your chest.
“6:41 am. A very early morning baby. You’re now free to eat food and drink coffee. All of the things. I’ll be back to check in on you and baby in an hour or so.” The nurse nods, “Oh, before I leave, does Baby Girl MacKinnon have a name?”
“Yes, Niamh Regina.”
“That’s beautiful. Can I have a spelling for that?” She asks.
“N. I. A. M. H. R. E. G. I. N. A.” You spell it out for her before smiling down at Niamh, finger brushing over the curve of her nose.
“Thank you, I’ll leave you guys alone for now.” The nurse leaves, and you look over at Nate.
“Your turn, my love.” You look over at him, and his arms instinctively go out.
“She’s so small,” Nate holds her so delicately.
“She did not feel small when she was inside of me.” You laugh. “Oh my god, I’m so hungry.”
“I bet your parents will bring you anything.” He smiles and sits down in the chair next to your bed.
“They would. I want a full American breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, the whole works.” You feel your mouth watering as you think about food. You grab your phone off the table to text your parents, but not before you snap a few quick photos of Nate holding Niamh.
You shoot off a text to your parents, and Nate’s letting them know that they’re free to come to the hospital. You three get twenty more minutes of peace before the two sets of parents come waltzing into the hospital room.
“Oh my god, isn’t she precious!” Your mother coos and looks at the baby in Nate’s arms, “What’s her name?”
“Niamh Regina.”
“The elusive initials finally have a name.” She smiles and makes her way over to you. “And how are you, sweetheart?”
“I'm good, Mom.” You give a soft grin.
“Did everything go okay during the birth?”
“Yeah, nothing concerning, it just took forever.” Your mom laughs and strokes your head.
“You took 17 hours when we had you.” She pulls a brush from the bag she brought and removes the braid that Nate did. There are a lot of knots in your hair, but she manages to get the tangles out and puts it into a cleaner braid. “There.”
“Thank you.”
“Your parents are on their way, Nate. They just stopped to get breakfast for all of us.” Your dad closes the door behind him and makes his way over to see the baby. “Look at her, she looks exactly like you as a baby, sweetheart.”
“She does?” You tilt your head.
“Same pout, cute nose, and face scrunch. She looks exactly like you.” He boops her nose, and she shifts in Nate’s arms.
“We come bearing food!” Kathy announces, and Graham comes in behind her. “Oh, look at her! She’s gorgeous.”
“Niamh Regina,” Nate repeats her name, and his mom strokes the top of her head.
“Oh, it’s beautiful, absolutely perfect for her.” Kathy wipes a few tears and turns back to you, “How are you, honey?”
“Hungry and exhausted, but so happy.”
“Well, I don’t want to take her from your arms so soon, but Gramma wants to hold Little Miss Niamh.” Your mom asks, and Nate nods. Niamh is settled into your mom’s arms, and she bounces your baby gently. “Look at her.”
“I know, could I eat some food?” You look over at Graham.
“Of course, Y/N.” He pulls out the to-go boxes of food, and your mouth waters again.
“I am famished.” You open a box to see hot pancakes, scrambled eggs, and crispy bacon. “This looks so good.”
“Eat up, honey. You deserve it.” Kathy hands one of the boxes to Nate, and you see him indulge in trans fats and sugar for the first time all season. “Not counting calories today, hon?”
“No, we’ve been up for over 36 hours. I can’t even think about a meal plan right now.” Nate shakes his head.
Everyone lets out a laugh, and you continue to eat your food. Niamh is passed around between parents before making her way back to you. Once your girl is settled back into your arms, you suddenly feel very whole again.
“Oh, Nate, honey, sit on the bed. I want to get a picture for Facebook.” Your mom fumbles for her phone.
“Mom, please don’t post it on Facebook. I want it to keep Niamh’s face out of the media.”
“Then it’ll just be for the family pictures.” Your mom nods, and Nate sits down next to you on the hospital bed. “Look at the three of you, the perfect little family.”
“We are.” Nate agrees and places a hand on Niamh’s back while pulling you closer with his other arm.
“Smile.” You both do, and your mom snaps the picture. “Perfect.”
“Yeah, perfect.” You look up at Nate, and he’s smiling down at you.
Within a matter of hours, you were suddenly holding the whole world in your hands.
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yn_ln-mackinnon one week late but miss niamh regina mackinnon is here!
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a/n - i yearn to have a family of my own lol