Aria's POV

I rocked the baby gently in my arms, staring down at his tiny face.

He looked so peaceful and soft. His skin was a little pink, his hands curled into small fists near his face, his lips parting slightly as he let out a breath.

Jameson and I told our parents not to worry about us and came to the hospital ourselves. When we got to the hospital, Clara was nowhere to be found.

Jameson had walked out to speak with the nurses and doctor. I watched the tension in his shoulders when he ...