Saint - Finding the Normalcy Within the Abnormality

Chapter 20

       The next day I was hit hard with the pains of labor. Axton stayed with me the whole time but that was mainly because Saint has been with me the whole time as well. He tends to look around and give these faces as if he's wondering how the hell he got here. It's cute. However, now that I can't move and can barely breathe I have a chance to think things through. I gave birth to a child. Think about that for a moment. He came out of me naturally. He came out of my ass. When Axton told me I was doing something incredible I don't think I would've ever believed him unless this experience happened. This is cool. I think I am the first ever cis male to give birth to a kid.

       My parents were here along with Callie and Axton, of course. My mom was helping me eat something but everything from the stomach down hurts. Callie had Saint in an outfit she bought for him. She believed me when I said it's a boy so she bought a lot of cute boy clothes. Axton was doing his exams early on the laptop. I wasn't worried though because he's a smart guy. My nurse came in and smiled at my family.

       "Um, can we speak to the parents?" She said

       My mom and I exchanged a glance. Callie put Saint back in the crib so she can take over my mom's job. Axton noticed they were leaving and paused his test. He took out his earbuds pointing to my now exiting parents.

       "What's up with them? Why'd she want them?" He asked

       "Probably has to do with the fact that you're eighteen and Jacob's only seventeen," Callie said offhandedly

       "Oh shit!" He shouts suddenly. "I never thought of that! I'm going to jail oh god."

       "Calm down my parents aren't going to press charges," I snort

       Axton still looked worried but I found it funny. Because the age of consent is sixteen in Kansas. He has nothing to worry about. It's obviously the hospital who doesn't know their shit. I motion Callie to bring forth my offspring. She did so and he does what he always does when he's in my arms. He always looks up at me even though I know he can't see me all that well. He looks exactly like Axton except for the fact that he has my eye color. It's kinda creepy at times but I love him. He's perfect and despite being almost ten weeks premature he showed no signs of a regular premie aside from him being only five pounds. Other than that the nurses say he's perfectly healthy and by his curiosity, he'll have no problem holding up his neck. We get to leave in a few days but in the meantime, I have to practice nursing. Although there is no benefit in it since he will only get a little bit of milk they say the bond I get when I do it is stronger than if I bottle feed. That being said I brush his cheek with my finger making him turn his head so he'll latch onto my nipple.

       He began to suckle which is weird every time but everyone else finds it fascinating when I breastfeed. I like the noises and grunts he makes while doing it. He also has a habit of locking his legs straight while doing it which is too cute. My parents came back and when they saw Axton they laughed aloud. I roll my eyes patting Saint's butt as he began to fall asleep. The proceed to tell us about how they were asked if they wanted to press charges against Axton but when my dad told them it was too late for that because I was already seventeen they made them wait while they checked the age of consent. I found it amusing but Axton didn't like the fact that he didn't know he couldn't go to jail. He was scared my parents would actually press charges.

       The next few days I was a sitting duck. Luckily Axton's jobs allowed him to take off. The hospital wanted to be two hundred percent sure I'd be okay on my own and there were no complications down the road. I didn't mind as much as I normally would've especially since I'm worried as well. Today was the day of my official discharge from the hospital. I still feel sore, however, it wasn't as bad as the day after I had given birth. Saint seemed especially excited to leave. He didn't cry when I was dressing him which abnormal behavior for him seeing as he hates being cold.

       I was wheeled out the hospital our family at our side as Axton carried Saint who was in the car seat. We got to the car where I was applauded by the staff. For what I don't know but I was polite and gave thanks to the staff. I was helped into the car by my mom while Axton put Saint in his place in the backseat. As if it was instinct my hand went to Saint's stomach. I don't know whether it was to reassure him that I was there or to reassure myself that he's safe but whenever he's near me I can't help but touch him.

       "Are you good to go?" Axton asked looking at me through the rearview mirror.

       I nod in reply. He readjusts the mirror and we're off to start our new lives as a family. An odd one at that.