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“I’m not doing anything. Dr. King is doing all of the work.”
“A little bit more pressure,” Dr. King said. “Let me just get the cord out of the way, and then your little Enrico will be here.”
I continue to stare at Frederick while Dr. King did what it was that he needed to do. Frederick kissed my hand again, but when we heard a sudden and loud cry, Frederick looked toward the doctor.
“Obviously his lungs work well.” Dr. King said. “Congratulations, you two are now fathers of a very lively little boy with a head full of dark hair.”
I wanted to look down my body to see our son, but I could not break away from staring at the emotions that were running across Frederick’s face.
“Frederick, if you could take your son and show him to his daddy, I can get the placenta delivered and then get him closed up.”
The look of wonder on Frederick’s face grew as our son was held out to him. He gently set my hand down on my chest before he reached for our son. I had expected Enrico to be naked, but he was swaddled in a blanket. Dr. King hadn’t been joking whenhe said our son had a head full of dark hair. He really had a head full of dark hair.
Frederick pulled in Enrico close, his mouth slightly parting in awe. I watched, fascinated as Frederick smiled at our son before he expertly turned him in his arms to where he was facing me and I could get a look at our son.
I gasped at my first good luck at the tiny being that we created. He honestly looked like a perfect combination of the two of us. He had my darker complexion, but all of that dark hair was certainly curly like Frederick’s.
“Are his eyes blue?” I asked.
“They are at the moment,” Frederick told me. “I don’t know if they will stay blue or not, but they are blue for now.” He moved the baby again and held him closer. I reached out and touched the side of Enrico’s cheek. It was so soft. When I did, Enrico suddenly went quiet. I felt a moment of a panic until I realized that he was still very much breathing.
“He knows your touch,” Frederick said. I looked up at my One in wonder.
“How? He was only just born.”
“It is not uncommon for children, especially paranormal children, to know exactly who their parents are at birth,” Dr. King said. I looked away from my One to the doctor. “You are all closed up. I will help you get situated and then I will leave the two of you to bond with your little guy. I will hang out downstairs for a few hours, just to ensure there are no complications or issues with either you or the baby.”
“Thank you, Dr. King,” I said.
“Yes, thank you,” Frederick added.
With Dr. King’s help, I was able to somewhat sit up in bed. I was positioned upright enough to where I was both sitting and yet lounging.
“The blocker that I used to take away the pain will start to dissipate over the next hour. Do not get up from the bed until you have complete feeling back in your legs,” Dr. King told me.
“No, I won’t.”
“Good. If you need anything, just call out. But I won’t be leaving until you are up and walking about. If anything seems out of sorts, call out and I will come check on you or the baby. Congratulations to both of you.”
Dr. King left the bedroom, leaving me with Frederick and our son. “Do you want to hold him?” Frederick asked.
“I’m not sure. He looks content and you will look so perfect holding him. I understand that you’ve had a lot of experience with holding new babies, but I don’t think I really understood how much of an effect seeing you holding our son for the first time was going to have on me.
“Is it a good impact? Hopefully it’s not something that you never want to experience again,” Frederick said.
“No. I just was not expecting all of the feelings that are racing through me at the moment. You truly look as if you are completely at ease holding him. And honestly, the thought of me doing that is a bit terrifying.”
Frederick smiled at me. “You’ve been carrying him around for the past several months. Trust me when I say that it is absolutely a wonderful feeling to hold our son. And I have no doubt that you are going to be a pro at it.”
Frederick readjusted the baby once more, and then he held him out. I tried not to freak out when he gently placed him in my arms. Once I took his slight weight from Frederick, I pulled him close to my chest and stared at our son in wonder.
“If anyone looks perfect holding a baby, it’s you.”
I looked up at Frederick, but realized that I couldn’t quite see him. My eyes had filled with tears once again because not onlywas our son absolutely beautiful, but Frederick was undeniably wonderful.
“I love you,” I told him.
Frederick smiled at me. “I love you too. And I will for all of eternity.”
