In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 151

Ten Weeks Later

Sutton stood in the hospital corridor, her hands shaking slightly as she buttoned the last snap on Miles’ going-home onesie. It was soft blue with tiny stars printed across the chest. She didn’t know why she was so nervous; she had dressed him so many times. Today she had more people watching her because today was the day… it had finally come. She was overjoyed that finally they were taking their son home.

Miles squirmed a little, his fists pumping the air, his eyes fluttering open for a second before drifting shut again. His face was rounder now. Healthier. He wasn’t the fragile little thing he’d been the night she almost lost him. He was still tiny. But so much stronger. It was amazing to think that he should have only been born around now, but instead, he was almost twelve weeks old.

He was now strong enough to come home, and she was more than ready to have him there. The last two and a half months had been draining on her, not being able to check on her son at night and feed him. She had gotten to know other mothers at the hospital, and her heart felt for the ones who had been there longer. They were among the lucky ones. Miles didn’t seem to have anything major affecting his health, and a baby born at twenty-eight weeks was a small miracle.

Sutton sank into the chair beside the crib as the nurse handed her the discharge papers. Her breath caught. She nodded, eyes stinging. This was it—the final stage of discharge. She looked around to see Luca outside, pacing and on the phone. Probably the security team—again. He’d had cameras installed at the penthouse, and over the last ten weeks, he’d been keeping tabs on Nicole. She hadn’t made any moves to come back to the US. Thank God. She’d ask him for an update once they had put Miles to bed. They would get him home, and it would almost be time for his sleep.

When he hung up, he came straight into the unit and over to her, kneeling down beside the chair, his hands on her knees. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

She nodded.

“It doesn’t feel real,” she whispered. “I’ve been waiting for this day for months, but now that it’s here... I keep thinking something’s going to go wrong. They won’t let us walk through the doors.”

He didn’t tell her not to think that. He just nodded, resting his forehead against hers.

“It’s not going to go wrong,” he said. He’s ready. And we’re ready.”

She let out a shaky breath. “Are we?” They hadn’t been up for a 2 a.m. feed yet. She wondered if Luca would feel they were ready after a week of sleepless nights… She stood and Luca stood beside her as she reached for Miles, picking him up.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation.

Sutton looked down at the baby nestled in her arms. This was their son. And he was coming home.

Luca handed over the paperwork she had completed to a nurse.

The nurse gave them a quiet goodbye. She had tears in her eyes too. Everyone on the ward had come to love Miles. He really was a cute baby, but they loved him for his fight and his strength. One nurse had even knitted him a blanket in shades of blue that Sutton had made sure to pack.

Luca took the brand-new car seat from the corner, setting it down, carefully taking Miles from her. Luca gently buckled Miles in, his hands steady. He had checked the strap lengths before today to make sure there would be no delays. He looked up at her and offered a small smile. “You ready to take our boy home?”

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