Chapter 127 Three Of Us

Chapter 127 Three Of Us
Daylan's POV

I sat beside Brie, staring at her peaceful face as she lay unconscious in the hospital bed. The soft rise and fall of her chest reassured me that she was still with me, though the oxygen tube in her nose made the room feel heavy with the weight of her fragility. She had been through hell, and the fight wasn’t over, but Dr. Martin had assured me that she was going to be okay. I clung to those words like a lifeline.

The surgery had gone well, he said, and they had successfully removed the clots that had threatened her life. I kept replaying his explanation in my mind.

“The pulmonary embolism was severe,” Dr. Martin had said, his voice clinical yet filled with a subtle kindness. “There were multiple clots, but we were able to break them down and remove them. We have placed her on a higher dose of anticoagulants that are safe for postpartum recovery. She will need to be monitored closely, but she’s out of immediate danger.”

His words should’ve been comforting, but I still felt like the ground beneath me was unstable. The fear that I had almost lost Brie lingered like a shadow in my heart. I should’ve done more. I should’ve seen it coming sooner, and insisted on more frequent checkups. But none of that mattered now. She had made it through surgery, and that was all I could hold onto.

I sank down into the chair next to her bed, running my hand through my hair, trying to push away the exhaustion that was creeping up on me. I couldn’t relax, not yet. Not until I saw her open her eyes and hear her voice.

Leaning forward, I rested my hand gently on the bed while my other held her hand, careful not to disturb her. My eyelids felt heavy, and before I knew it, I laid my head down on the bed. I drifted off into a restless sleep, still holding onto her hand like I could anchor her to me just by touching her.



A soft groan stirred me awake. I blinked, disoriented at first, before the events of the past few hours came crashing back into focus. My eyes snapped to Brie, and there she was… awake. Groaning, but awake. Relief rushed through me like a tidal wave.

"Brie," I whispered, standing quickly and reaching for her hand. Her eyes fluttered open, disoriented and groggy, but she was waking up. She was with me.

Her lips moved, but no words came out at first. I pressed the call button to summon the nurse, then leaned closer, squeezing her hand. “Hey,” I said softly. “You’re okay. You are safe.”

She groaned again, her eyes slowly focusing on me. The oxygen tube shifted slightly with her movements, and I could see the confusion in her gaze. She was trying to piece everything together, trying to understand where she was and what had happened. I tried to check her vitals myself.

“Daylan…” she whispered, her voice raspy. Snapping me back to her.

“I’m here,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m right here.”

The nurse entered the room quietly, offering me a kind smile as she moved to check Brie’s vitals. I stepped aside but stayed close, watching intently as the nurse checked her oxygen levels and heart rate. Brie was doing fine. I let out a breath, it was still a huge relief. She nodded to herself, satisfied with the readings. “She’s doing well,” the nurse said softly, glancing at me. “Her vitals are stable.”

I nodded, “Thank you.”

Once the nurse finished her check, I moved back to Brie’s side, taking her hand again and taking a seat on the chair beside her. “How do you feel?” I asked, my heart pounding as I waited for her response.

She blinked slowly, her expression still hazy with fatigue. “Tired,” she croaked. “What happened?”

“You went into labor,” I explained gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. “And then your pulmonary embolism flared up. They had to perform surgery to remove the clots, but you’re okay now. Dr. Martin said you are going to be fine.”

Her brow furrowed slightly as she processed my words. I could see the flicker of concern in her eyes, but then I smiled, hoping to reassure her. “And the baby?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt a surge of emotion rise in my chest. The baby. Our daughter. “She is perfect,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “Absolutely perfect. You did it.”

Her lips curved into a small, tired smile. “I want to see her.”

“I will get the nurse to bring her in,” I said, standing and pressing the call button again. Within moments, the nurse returned, and I asked her to bring Brielan to us.

While we waited, I turned back to Brie, taking her hand in mine again. “I was so scared,” I admitted, my voice shaking slightly. “I thought I might lose you.”

She squeezed my hand weakly, her eyes softening. “I’m still here,” she whispered. “We are both still here.”

The door opened, and the nurse walked in with our daughter bundled up in a soft pink blanket. I could barely contain the wave of emotions that hit me as I saw her again. My daughter. So small, so perfect.

The nurse approached, holding the baby carefully. “She’s been doing great,” the nurse said with a smile. “A little restless, but nothing unusual.”

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion as the nurse handed her to me. Brielan squirmed in my arms, her tiny fists clenching and unclenching as she made small noises, almost like she was trying to settle into the world.

I looked down at her, then over at Brie, who was watching us with wide, teary eyes. “Meet our daughter,” I said softly, my voice catching. “Brielan Phoenix Hart.”

Brie’s eyes welled with tears, her lips parting in a small gasp. “Brielan…” she whispered, the name rolling off her tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I moved closer, carefully positioning Brielan so that Brie could see her. “Here,” I said, gently placing the baby in her arms. Brie’s hands trembled slightly as she cradled our daughter, her gaze never leaving Brielan’s tiny face.

The moment was electric, like the world had stopped turning for just a second so we could take it all in. She looked down at our daughter, tears slipping down her cheeks, and I knew this was the moment we had been waiting for. After everything, the fear, the surgeries, the worry, it all melted away as we watched our baby.

“She’s beautiful,” Brielle whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “She’s perfect.”

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Brie’s forehead. “Just like her mother,” I said softly.

We sat there for what felt like an eternity, just the three of us, wrapped up in this moment that belonged only to us. Brielan squirmed slightly in Brie’s arms, and we both smiled as she made a small noise, somewhere between a cry and a yawn.

“Welcome to the world, Brielan,” I whispered.