This imagine wasn't requested, and literally has no specific idea. I'd just thought it'd be cute to continue the PKane imagine. Enjoy :)
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"Congratulations Mr. And Mrs. Kane, you have a healthy baby boy weighing 8 lbs 10 oz, and a height of 23 inches, born on June 30th at 4:03 AM. " The doctor announced. Par and I had decided not to know the sex of the baby, and wanted it to be a surprise at birth. Patrick stood by my side, gripping my hand donning a excited look on his face. I was a week and a half over my due date, and luckily hockey season ended about two weeks ago, the hawks coming off of a Stanley Cup win. The doctors and nurses eventually cleared out, leaving Patrick and I alone with our little bundle of joy. Patrick sat in the chair beside my bed, and I passed him his son. The look on his face warmed my heart.
"What should we name him?" I weakly asked Patrick. Pat stared intensely at the miracle in front of him, slowly studying his features.
"How about Liam Donald Kane?" He said. The name was perfect. I knew Pat wanted to always name his child after his late grandfather, and it was a perfect way to do so. Pat got up and laid next to me on the rather large hospital bed, with our son in-between us both. He had most of Patricks features. The smile, the nose, the hair. It was undeniable that he was Patricks son.
"That's perfect. I love it." I tell him.
"I love you and I love him. I love our little family." He whispered cradling his son.
About two weeks later, Liam and I finally made it home and it was Patricks turn with the cup. The first thing he planned was to get Liams baby pictures done with the cup. He was donning a tiny Kane jersey, and was placed into the cup. The photographer snapped multiple pictures, and I couldn't be anymore blessed. After the pictures were complete, Patrick, Liam and I boarded a plane to head to Buffalo to visit his family so they could meet the little bundle of joy. At birth Pats family couldn't fly out due to work.
After we landed in Buffalo, Liam was sound asleep in his car sear, and we walked off the plane. Immediately, we are greeted by his mother, father, and three sisters.
"Oh! Look at how precious he is!" Donna, his mother, cooed while cradling Liam.
"You honestly don't look like you just had a baby. Like body goals." His sister Jessica said, the other two agreeing.
"You two definitely made the most beautiful family I have ever seen."
