Jared's P.O.V.:
It was hours before I got to see our little girl. Dawson had been in labor for almost 7 hours until finally, in the middle of the night, out daughter was laid into Dawson's arms, but as quickly as she was laid there, she was whisked away by the doctors.
I looked down at Dawson, her eyes struggling to fight the exhaustion taking over her mind and body and her meek smile beamed up at me proudly. Before she lightly presses her hand upon mine, she spoke out, "What do we call her?
I part my lips, trying to keep my voice relatively low, "What did you have in mind?"
Dawson shakes her head, resting her head on the pillow behind her, "Laiken. Laiken Quinn."
"Laiken Quinn Leto." I whisper to myself. She smiles up at me, the exhaustion getting to her. I nod, gripping her hand with enough strength to reassure her that she could fall asleep, and repeat myself only louder, "Laiken Quinn Leto."
The nurse came back in with Laiken wrapped up in a white cloth, settled in the nook of her arms. Laiken was cooing as if it was a call to her mama. Dawson sat up, very responsive and ready. When the nurse laid her down in Dawson's arms, she looked over at us and let her Jersey accent escape her throat like a blow horn, "Do we have a name for this little angel."
She seemed to want to match our excitement, which made me almost want to ask her opinion on the name. Dawson spoke up but didn't remove her gaze from our baby. Her smile still largley branded across her face.
"Laiken Quinn Leto." I say softly, keeping my eyes on my family. My lips curled up, resting a hand on my little girl and watching her nose wrinkle. Tears began to welt in my eyes as she cooed and giggled when Dawson's lips touched her nose.
The nurse steps towards me, pen extended outwards, pushing me to write her name. I do quickly, then return to Dawson and Laiken, both seemingly tired.
"I think we should let Baby and Mommy sleep for now." A voice broke our stares, and both Dawson and I looked up at a different nurse walking towards us. He reached for our Laiken, but immediately leaned back a little as Laiken was pressed into Dawson's chest. Reluctantly, Dawson began to release her child, handing it over to the guy.
Once he securely had Laiken in his grip, he beamed up at me, "I'll get you a bed, Sir."
He glided out, closing the door behind him.
"We're parents, Jared."
I peeped at Dawson with drops sliding down her cheeks. Her smile was still there, teeth shining. My bottom lip began to quiver and I walked over to her, taking one of her hands into mine and kissing her forehead. My head rests against hers with our eyes closed. I could feel teardrops fall from the corners of my eyes. Dawson's hands slides down my neck and rests at the top of my spine.
"We are parents."
