I wake up slowly to the sound of beeping and Allie’s voice as she talks to someone. The bright room hurts my eyes as I try to open them, and the room spins a little. I try to focus on Allie's voice as she speaks, and not the urge to sleep again.

"He is so perfect, he looks so much like his mum," Allie says, sounding completely in wonder about something.

"That's true," I hear Seb say.

My heart flutters at his gravelly voice, it’s deeper than usual. I wonder who they’re talking about. I can feel wires in my hand and smell the clean smell of a hospital. I remember the party suddenly and then what happened after. I blink my eyes open with some force, and I feel the pain of a cut on my stomach as I try to sit up. 

"Maisy, thank God you’re awake." Seb’s face comes into view, and I smile at him.

He looks worn out but happy, and that relaxes me a little. I'm in the hospital now, and I want to see my baby. I go to feel my stomach, somehow expecting it to have gone down after having the baby, and Seb stops my hands, holding them. I did have my baby, I think. Everything is a little confusing.

"Do you want a drink?" he asks, and I nod, feeling a little more than confused and weak. I look over to see Allie standing over a baby cot, smiling at me. 

"Here, drink this, and I’ll get our son for you to meet him." Seb smiles widely at me, and I do as I'm told. The drink feels amazing as my throat is very dry, and I pull myself up to a sitting position, using the bed controls. 

"Hey, take it easy," Allie says, coming to my side and holding my shaking hand.

"Seb, is he okay?" I ask as Seb walks over, gently whispering something to a bundle of white blankets in his arms.

"See for yourself." He smiles down at me. It’s a look full of love, but I can see the tears in his eyes, which he is holding back.

I carefully take my son from Seb and look down into his bright-green eyes as my baby stares up at me. He is beautiful, with lots of black hair like mine, but it curls like my dad’s, and he has my facial features. The eyes are purely Seb’s, and he is so cute as he yawns. I run a finger down his soft cheek, loving the smell of him. I’ve heard new babies smell amazing, but I didn’t believe it until now.

"He is perfect," I say, not able to stop myself from crying now. 

"No tears, baby." Seb kisses me gently, and we both stare down at our little baby.

"I'm going to leave you alone," Allie says, walking out. I send a grateful look her way, and she winks at me.

"What happened?" I ask, still staring at my son, trying to memorize every part of his face.

"Your waters went at the party, and then you ended up needing an emergency c-section. God, May, I thought I lost you both," he says, resting his head on my legs. I can see he is crying even if he doesn’t make a sound. I run my spare hand through his hair, ignoring the slight pain from my stomach at the movement.

"We are both okay. I'm never leaving you, my Sebby." I sob quietly. 

He looks up at me before taking my small hand in his large one. 

“Marry me, May. I have this whole day planned out to ask you, but I don't want to waste another day. I've loved you from the moment I saw you in school.” He takes a deep breath before he continues, and I just sit in complete shock listening to him.

“I will keep you safe and loved for the rest of your life. Will you marry me, Maisy Reynolds?" he asks, letting go of my hand as he gets down on one knee and pulls out a small, white box.

I burst into tears when I see the massive, diamond ring. Not that I needed a ring because I know my answer anyway, but it feels amazing knowing that he had this with him all the time.

"Yes, yes, of course I will marry you, Sebby," I say with a large smile, and he jumps up off the floor, sliding the ring onto my finger as soon as he can.

Seb looks happy as he kisses the ring on my finger and then slides his hand through my messed up hair. “Thank you,” he says against my lips before kissing me deeply. Our son decides to join in, with a loud cry, and we break away, chuckling. 

"Hey, shush, mummy's here," I say to our son who calms at my voice, and I talk to him until he falls asleep with Seb just watching us. 

"We need a name," he says with a grin as he takes our son into his arms.

"What do you think of Jacob Harley King?" I ask.

I end up with a massive kiss. I don’t remind Seb where I heard the first name from. I know Seb doesn’t have much love for my favourite film.

"Yes, hello, my little Jake. I love you and your mum, so, so much." He kisses our son on the head and grins at me as I watch them.

"I'm going to call them all in so they can hear the name together and our good news," he says, looking so proud holding our son. There’s something amazing about seeing the love of your life holding your baby, like a tiny, little gift from God, which makes you feel so at peace.

"Sounds good," I say, taking my drink off the side table and having a sip while I wait for everyone to come in. I look up as a tearful Izzy comes in the -now very cramped- room.

"Oh God, Maisy, I can't believe I was drunk when you had him, and we share a birthday as well." She hugs me briefly and goes back to Blake. 

“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her, and she wipes away her tears with a smile at me.

"Congratulations, he is a handsome, little dude," Blake says, and the boys all agree. 

"Well, we have decided on a name and we have some other news," Seb says, holding Jake in his one arm. 

"Get on with it." Luke winks at Seb, who chuckles at his brother.

"Our son is called Jake Harley King," he says, and everyone smiles at his name. Allie winks at me, and I hold in a chuckle as I shake my head.

"You didn't have to do that, but thank you," Harley says, coming over to pat Seb on the shoulder and nodding at me. I can see the tears, even if he won't show them to anyone.

"You’re like a dad to me, bro. If there is anyone I want my son to be like, it is you," Seb says. 

"Let me hold him, then." Harley grins at Seb's grunt, before I hand over Jake. 

"The other news is that I asked Maisy to marry me, and she said yes." At that, the room goes mad with congratulations. Allie bounces over to me, throwing her arms around me and only pulling away when I wince, my stomach still feels terrible.

"I'm so happy for you, Maisybear." She cries.

"Be my maid of honour?" I ask through my own tears.

"Yes, you crazy girl, who else would it be?" She winks, and I laugh.

"Welcome to the family, sis." Luke comes next to the bed, now holding Jake. 

"Thank you," I say, offering to hold Jake, who he hands back to me. 

"He is so lovely," Allie gushes.

I look over to see Seb side-hugging Elliot, who looks happy. Izzy comes over next to Allie, holding my hand up to look at the ring.

"That's a lovely ring, it's so big." She laughs, and I see Blake watching her.

"I wanted everyone to see it and know she is off limits," Seb says, coming over. 

"Well, you have to be blind not to see that rock." Luke laughs.

"That's the point." Seb winks at me when I shake my head. 

"Right, everyone out. Maisy needs to rest, so out we all go," Seb says loudly, and everyone says bye.

"I'm going to be outside and stay around a bit, do you need anything?" Izzy asks me.

"I would love it if you could find a midwife for me," I say to her, as I think she feels guilty about not being here at the birth. 

"Okay." She grins, running out of the room while Seb smirks at me as he closes the door.

"She isn't going to leave us alone, is she?" he asks Blake, who is just leaving the room.

"No." He laughs before shutting the door.

"Want to feed him? He looks hungry. We had to feed him bottles because of how sick you were, May. I'm sorry." He frowns at my sad face. 

"It doesn't matter. As long as he is here and healthy, I'm happy," I say, glancing at my little boy who is sucking on his hand, making ‘gah’ noises.

"Here you go." Sebastian hands me a pre-made bottle, and I feed my son for the first time. It's amazing, until he is sick on me as I burp him, and I laugh. 

"I will need to get used to this," I say as I wipe away the sick with some wipes.

"We both will. Hand him over, and I'll change him," Seb says with such a loving look at our son, until he smells the nappy Jake has just done.

“That’s not a good smell on you, little man,” he tells Jake as he changes his nappy, and the smell is horrible.

"I feel tired, can I sleep?" I ask him.

"Yes, baby, I will wake you when the midwife comes." Seb smiles over his shoulder at me.

"I love you, Sebby," I say, feeling myself falling asleep.

The last thing I hear as I drift off is, "I love you, my May. Hey, wait! Don’t pee on me, Jake.”