"Lucas you're going to hold him while they're giving him the shots."
You said with a nervous giggle.
He squeezed your fingers and you glanced over at him.
"It's okay Amor. If you don't want to you don't have to."
You rested your head on his shoulder and glanced back to your three month old son: Lucas Jr.
He was fast asleep,
"He's going to cry."
"It's not the first time babe."
"But he's going to be in pain."
"Sweetie it's going to be for his benefit."
He squeezed your fingers once again and the car stopped.
Lucas pressed his lips to your forehead and smiled: "It's going to be okay. Just relax baby."
You both slipped off your seatbelts, as you grabbed your purse Lucas grabbed the car seat and carried it. You slipped your fingers through his and made your way towards the clinic.
"Lucas Silva Jr?"
The nurse called out making you cringe, Your little one had woken up already and was playing with the buttons on his dad's shirt. Completely unaware of what was to come, it made you queasy.
One of the nurses behind the counter gladly took the car seat and you walked into the next room.
Lucas sat down on the chair next to you with the small brunette.
He clapped his hands and gurgled away. Lucas gently fixed junior's hair as you adjusted his shoes.
"He looks so cute."
"We made him he was bound to be beautiful. His mother is gorgeous."
You felt your cheeks burn and you slipped your hand onto his bearded cheek. Even after getting married and having a baby he still managed to make you blush like the first time you met. He grinned at you sweetly and you giggled kissing his temple.
"Trust me, he got all his good looks from his daddy."
There was a knock at the door and the doctor walked in with a nurse.
"Hello Mr. & Mrs. Silva, I know we're a little nervous about little Lucas getting his shots.
So let's get this over with so the next time we see each other again it'll just be a check-up to make sure he's growing okay and such."
The nurse came over and started to clean the little one's upper arm with a moist toilette. Junior gurgled and clapped his hands gently as you slipped his shirt off.
Lucas cradled your son gently and you looked away keeping your hand on his bare stomach.
You glanced at your baby boy, he didn't seem to feel the first shot but he of course naturally cried through the second and third shots.
Lucas held him against his chest and helped put on the bandages. Lucas slipped the little one's shirt back on.
You took him in your hands and cooed: "Good job sweetie. You did so much better than I did."
He had settled down and was sucking on his hand.
Lucas pressed his lips to his son's forehead and smiled as you walked out together. He carried the car seat in one hand and held your hand.
"I'm going to sit in the back with Junior I need to breastfeed."
You sat down next to the car seat and sat him down. Kissing your little one's forehead. Lucas smiled and set your diaper bag on the floor.
"Hey." You stopped him as your hands pressed to his stubbly cheek.
"Mhm."
"Thanks for holding him baby I honestly don't know what I would do without you babe."
You said with a smile, Lucas was such a good dad, you couldn't ask for a better spouse.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours gently.
"I love you and I love our little munchkin."
You said as you pulled away pecking his cheek.
"We Love You Too baby."
