Falling Means Breaking: An Adam Levine FanFic

A/N: Hey you guys:) This is just a little thing I came up with a while ago. I don't own any material/people that I put in the story, all I own are the words. This is the Prologue type thing. Enjoy. 

March 18, 1979- Patsy and Fred Levine are in the hospital. Fred paced slowly around their tiny hospital room. His clothes are disheveled and it is clear from the blanket neatly folded on one of the hard backed chairs that he's been sleeping here. Patsy's hair is a warm halo around her head. It had been a long night. Currently she was watching her husband pace back and forth as the t.v. drones on about something that seemed much more important 3 days ago. Her head snaps to the door as the nurse walks in. A bundle of soft blue blankets nestled in her arms squirms. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Levine?" Moving almost inside the door, the nurse lowers her voice as the infant in her arms begins to drift to sleep. Fred's eyes move towards the door and he stops cold. 

"That's us." His voice sounds older than it was; much older than he looked. 

"This is your son." Fred's eyes softened. The nurse passed the small child to him. His arms, loving and protective, wrapped around his son. "Have you decided on a name yet?" 

"Adam, Adam Noah Levine." Patsy answered for her husband. He was so enamored in the face of their son. With a simple nod, the nurse backs out of the room. Fred sat on the edge of the bed and handed their son to the waiting arms of his mother. His green eyes shone up as his mother. "He's beautiful," she said to no one imparticular.