Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 91~

"He's beautiful," Dalton whispered, looking at our son. Imogen rushed next to me and looked at him.

"Hi little baby," Imogen beamed. I held him for a few more minutes before handing him to the midwife for the cords to be cut.

"Does Dad want to cut the cords?" she asked Dalton. He smiled and nodded. He cut the cords and our son was handed to the pediatrician to get checked and weighed. I delivered the placenta and was cleaned up.

"Ariana, you had a tear and we have to stitch you back up," Laura said.

"Wait, really? I didn't feel anything."

"Yes you did, you couldn't feel it because of the epidural," she said. "Oh."

She then started stitching me up. When she was done, the pediatrician was done checking and weighing our son and he was returned to me.

"He's seven pounds and five ounces and is very healthy," the pediatrician said as she passed our son to me.

"You can start breastfeeding him anytime," she added and I nodded.

"Wanna hold him?" I asked Dalton and he nodded. I carefully passed our son to him and his face softened.

"Hi little man, it's your Daddy," he smiled. The midwife and pediatrician then left the room to give us some privacy and everyone else was allowed back in the room. Everyone was then given the chance to hold him.

"Oh my gosh, he's so cute!" Tori smiled.

"He looks so much like Dalton though, but at least he didn't get his ugly side," she chuckled and Dalton rolled his eyes playfully.

"You're mean," he frowned and I kissed his cheek.

"Don't be upset baby, you're handsome," I smiled and received awes from everyone.

"I guess it's time to go," Frankie said, "we'll let you rest and give you some time to spend with your little one."

"Thank you so much for coming," I smiled. "You're welcome."

"Imogen, wanna come with us?" my mom asked.

"No thank you," she said politely, "I wanna be with Mommy, Daddy, and my baby brother."

"Okay," she smiled and they all left, leaving only the four of us.

"What do you want to name him?" I asked Dalton.

"I've only thought of Leonel so far," he replied.

"I love it," I smiled.

"Can we name him Leonel Mac Gomez?" I asked quietly.

"Of course baby, that name's perfect for our son," he smiled, "Welcome to the world, Leonel Mac Gomez."

"Malcolm's proud, r-right?" I asked him.

"Of course baby," he softly kissed my head, "he's really proud of you, you've come a long way."

I placed Leonel on my chest and he started tugging on the upper part of my gown, meaning he's hungry. I loosened the upper part of the gown and guided him onto my nipple. He gently began sucking and I caressed his cheek as I studied his features. Tori's right, he looked like Dalton but he had my lips

"Mommy, is Leo hungry?" Imogen asked.

"Yeah."

"He can only have boobies?"

"Yeah, he can only have boobies for the next six months," I answered. "Oh."

"Baby, you didn't sleep last night, didn't you?" I asked Dalton, noticing the bags under his eyes.