When Love Met Destruction- A Chris Motionless Love Story #2

Chapter 19

~*Chris' P. O. V*~

"Alexandria?" I asked softly.

She didn't respond. She was asleep. I know her sleep face anywhere.

"Would you like to see your son?" Doctor Marie asked me, holding him in a blanket.

"N-....yes," I answered.

I would regret it if I went through with saying no. She carefully handed him to me. He laid there in my arms. He was....perfect.

"God, it seems like yesterday I saw you for the first time in Mommy's first ultra sound," I said quietly.

I kissed his forehead. Everything in me said it was the right thing to do.

"I love you, son," I whispered to him.

~*Alexandria's P. O. V*~

My eyes slowly opened to see I was back in my hospital room. I looked to my right and saw Chris sitting in a chair holding something in a blue blanket. I realized what it was. It was our baby. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Chris looked up and saw I was awake.

"Hey," he said quietly.

I remained silent and stared at him.

"Is that...." I began before I cut my sentence in half.

He smiled, looked down at him, and said,"Yes. Would you like to see him?"

"Mhm," I answered.

He stood up and placed him in my arms.

"Hi," I said to my son.

Chris moved the hair out of my face and kissed my temple.

"I'm so proud of you," he spoke into my hair.

Silence filled the room for a few minutes as we stared at our baby until I said,"I think I have a name for him."

"What is it?" Chris asked, running his fingers through my hair.

"Brandan. Like from Bleeding Through.I know how much he meant to you. How much he DOES mean to you."

His hand stopped and he looked into my eyes.

"His name can be Brandan under one condition," he said then continued,"If his middle name can be Mitchell."

I smiled and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"I know you really looked up to him. Seeing you after he died was the saddest thing I'd ever seen," he said as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Brandan Mitchell Cerulli," I repeated.

"Perfect," he whispered.

I gazed into Chris' gorgeous brown eyes. He leaned in and gave me a long, slow kiss.

We pulled away and he mumbled,"I love you, Alexandria."

"I love you, Chris."

He kissed me again until Brandan made a small noise. Our lips peeled away from the other's and we looked back at him.

"I love you too, Brandan," I whispered and kissed his forehead.

A few more minutes of quietly looking at our baby passed by when a small knock hit the door and Rebel, Angelo, Kylie, Devin, Josh, Ryan, Allie, Ricky, and Jessica came in.

"Hey guys," Rebel said quietly as she came over next to me.

"Oh Alex, he's beautiful," she exclaimed through tears.

"Little guy have a name yet?" Ricky asked with an arm around Jess' waist.

Josh took a breath in to speak when Chris held up his index finger, signaling him to not talk.

"Brandan. Brandan Mitchell," Chris announced.

"THAT is the name for him," Kylie agreed as she fought the urge to cry.

Rebel squatted down beside my bed and leaned her head close to look at Brandan.

"Hate to be the one to say it but I told you sexual activity induces early labor," she admitted as she wiped a tear off her cheek.

I couldn't help but laugh, neither could Chris.

"Well, if that's why he's here then I'm glad," I said.

Everyone gathered around to get a look at him.

"He's no Josh but he sure is cute," Josh teased as he held Brandan's tiny hand between his fingers and stroked his thumb back and forth.

"Shut up, Balz," Ricky complained playfully as he nudged his arm.

"I HAVE to hold him. Please?" Rebel asked.

"Of course."

She carefully pulled him out of my grasp and held him close.

"Hi Brandan," she said to him.

"Don't go getting ANY ideas!" Angelo demanded.

Everyone laughed and took turns holding our baby. From Rebel to Kylie, Jess, Ricky, Ryan, Allie, Devin, Angelo, Josh, and finally back to me. A nurse came in and looked at all of us.

"We're the new cast of Full House," Josh joked.

She giggled a little and Angelo asked,"Mind taking a picture of us?"

"Sure," she answered happily as Ang handed her his phone.

"Alright. 1....2....3."

The phone camera flashed and she handed it back to him.

Josh looked over his shoulder and commented,"We look like a goth Brady Bunch."

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

"Alright, why don't we leave these three to be a family?" Rebel suggested, pointing toward the door.

"Fiiinnneee. We'll see you guys later," Josh moaned.

"Congratulations guys. He's lucky to have you two," Ricky said.

"Thanks Rick. Thank you all of you," Chris replied.

"Be back tomorrow!" Kylie announced as everyone left.

We were finally alone.

Brandan was asleep for the WHOLE time. Chris sat next to me in the bed and we continued staring at our beautiful son.

"I hope he has your eyes," I said as I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I hope he has *YOUR'S*," he retaliated with a smirk.

As if on command, Brandan's eye lids slowly opened. I was right. His eyes were that hypnotic brown.

"Hi sweetie," I whispered to him.

Chris kissed the side of my head and he ran his thumb down Brandan's soft cheek.

"What time was he born?" I asked speaking as though I passed out almost directly after I gave birth to him.

"5:17 pm. You woke up a little after 9:00" he answered.

"What time is it now?

"12:28."

Geez. I was asleep for over four hours.

"Speaking of sleep. Both of you need to get some," Chris said.

"The THREE of us do," I corrected.

I scooted over a bit and Chris laid down next to me. He put his arm around my shoulder and said,"I love you."

"I love you too."

I rested my head in the crook of his neck and fell fast asleep.