for the son we prayed for
requested by @reep04 - TW: This fic includes themes of infertility/struggles to conceive, pregnancy, medical procedures, and pregnancy complications including vaginal bleeding related to stress. Emotional distress and anxiety surrounding pregnancy outcomes are also depicted. The story ends on a hopeful and comforting note.
There had been so many months of disappointment that Y/N learned how to grieve quietly.
Negative tests were folded into trash bins. Appointments are spoken about in hushed voices. Jay holding you at night, whispering We still have each other even when his voice cracked just a little.
They never said it out loud, but the fear lingered; that maybe it just wasn’t meant to happen.
So when the test finally showed two lines, Y/N sat on the bathroom floor, hands shaking, heart racing so fast it felt unreal.
Positive.
You laughed and cried at the same time, pressing a hand over your mouth to keep from sobbing too loudly. This wasn’t something she wanted to say casually. After everything they’d been through, Jay deserved magic.
You planned carefully.
A small box. Inside it, a tiny pair of baby socks and a handwritten note:
“Hi, Daddy. I’ll see you soon.”
When Jay came home that night, tired and unaware, you handed him the box with a nervous smile.
“What’s this?” he asked, confused.
He opened it.
And froze.
For a second, Y/N worried he hadn’t understood; until his breath hitched sharply, eyes filling before he could stop it.
“Y/N…” His voice broke. “Is this—?”
You nodded, already crying. “I’m pregnant.”
Jay dropped the box and pulled you into his arms so tightly you felt his heart pounding against yours. He cried openly, forehead pressed to your shoulder.
“We did it,” he whispered over and over. “We really did it.”
The months that followed felt fragile and precious.
They listened to the first heartbeat together, Jay’s hand gripping hers as the rhythmic sound filled the room. He laughed through tears, disbelief written all over his face.
“That’s him,” he whispered. “That’s our baby.”
The first kick made Y/N gasp, and Jay scrambled across the bed, pressing his ear to your stomach like it might disappear if he didn’t act fast.
“I felt it,” he said softly, awed. “He’s really there.”
Jay became careful in ways you’d never seen before; walking on the side of the road closest to traffic, reminding you to rest, kissing your belly before work.
But stress crept in anyway.
Long hours. Deadlines. Too many days where you pushed yourself harder than you should have.
The bleeding happened suddenly.
Y/N noticed it first in the restroom at work; light at first, then enough to make your chest tighten in fear. Your hands trembled as you called Jay.
“Jay,” she whispered, trying to stay calm. “I’m bleeding.”
Everything after that blurred.
The hospital room smelled sterile and cold. Doctors spoke gently but thoughtfully, using words like vaginal bleeding, threatened preterm labour, and stress-related complications. Y/N was placed on bed rest and monitored carefully.
Jay never left your side.
He held your hand through every test, every ultrasound, whispering reassurances even when fear haunted his eyes.
“It’s not your fault,” he told your firmly, pressing his forehead to hers. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
When their son’s heartbeat echoed through the room again—strong and steady—Jay let out a breath he’d been holding for weeks.
The rest of the pregnancy passed slowly, cautiously.
And then, finally, the day came.
Jay stood beside your hospital bed, overwhelmed, exhausted and terrified in the best way possible.
When the nurse gently placed their newborn son into his arms, Jay stopped breathing altogether.
He was so small.
So warm.
So real.
Jay’s hands trembled as he held him close, tears slipping freely down his face.
“Hi,” he whispered to their son, voice shaking. “I’m your dad.”
The baby stirred softly, tiny fingers curling around Jay’s finger.
Jay laughed through tears, pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead.
“We waited so long for you,” he whispered. “And I’d do it all over again. Every single time.”
Y/N watched from the bed, heart full to bursting.
In that moment—watching Jay cradle their son with such love—every tear, every fear, every painful waiting month felt worth it.
They had him.
And he was finally home.
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