Living With The Frollo x Deslauriers Family

The Mother of My Child

(Sorry for typos)

It's November 4th 4:44pm and Ica has just given birth to a beautiful baby boy. Zephyr Xander Frollo. He is 6lbs 2 ounces. As Ica cradles him to her bosom she can't help but smile down at the her gift from Jehovah.

"Well, she certainly has his mother's thick hair." Said Trish. "And I'll bet I'll be the one doing it." Ica grinned up at her mum.

"Who else is going to do it?" Trish shook her head but couldn't help but gush at her grandson. Ica examined Zephyr's face more closely. "Claude, he has your eyebrows and your mouth." She said looking over at her beaming husband.

"And he has your freckles." He said nuzzling her.
"And his granddaddy's big nose." Said Trish looking in Rod's direction.
"Well that's my grandbaby . He has to have part of his grandaddy in him.

"Ooo I'm an auntie!" Yipped Kalista. "And he is gorgeous. I have to admit that you two make a pretty cute baby. Ica and Claude both blushed.

"You're they do!" Agreed Liam. "And I meant what I said when I told you that him and Mav are going to be best buds." Claude chuckled.

"And somehow I believe you."

Just then Doctor Gray politely interrupted. "If we could have everyone clear the room that would be great. We're going to take little Zephyr here and put him in the nursery in just a little while. I want to give his parents a litter alone time with him." Claude looked over at Ica and a look of enormous pride spread across his face.

"Parents." He said. "Ica we're parents now. I'm a father. I'm so so happy." A few more tears brimmed in Claude's dark gray eyes. Ica smiled at him.

"Yes we are." As the Frollo's friends and family said goodbye cleared out they new mother and father turned their full attention to their son.

"Ica?" Said Claude in a meek voice. "Can I hold my baby boy?" Ica huffed a laugh.

"You wily old man. Of course!" Ica sat up and carefully put Zephyr in Claude's eager arms. Immediately Claude begin to cry happy emotional as he held him close cooing. Ica's heart swelled with pride and joy watching her husband with his new born son. "You know, I heard that it's good to out your baby right on your skin so they know their yours." He's already been on my skin so...Ica glanced over at the nurse. "Would that be okay? The nurse nodded and walked over.

"That's fine, just know that I have to take him soon." They both nodded in understanding. Claude handed Zephyr to the nurse, and slid his hospital garment off his shoulders and let it fall to his waist so his bare chest was exposed. The nurse then handed him back to Claude who laid him gently on his chest.

"He's so warm." Said Claude, stroking his the soft waves of his hair. Just then Zephyr made a small gurgle and opened his bright green eyes. He peered up at Claude. A big gummy smile appeared on the little baby's face. Claude froze overcome with tender emotion. "Ica..." he whispered. "His expression...something in his eyes, the way he is looking at me. He looks just like mon petit frère." His voice cracked. "My dear Clement." Claude held his son even closer laying the side of his cheek gently on the top of his head. "Mon précieux petit garçon. Je vous garderai toujours en sécurité, tant que je vivrai." He murmured in French. Pretty soon Zephyr was back asleep. Ica reached over swiped the strands of gray hair  that fell in Claude's face, tucking them behind his ears.

"I knew you would be a wonderful father." She said softly.

"Okie dokie." Said the nurse walking over. "I'm going to have to bring him to the nursery now."
"Oh..." said Claude disappointed. "How long will he be there?"

"No longer than 24 hours. He is a very healthy baby." Claude nodded, kissed Zephyr's head and reluctantly handed him to the nurse and stared after them as they left the room. Ica watched her husband with quiet amusement.