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"Beautiful Boy"

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.Carl.

Holy shit, this was it.

Everyone else wished Layla and me luck as they hugged and kissed us before they left the room.

I held onto Layla's hand as she and I looked at each other with wide-eyed grins. This was the moment we'd thought about and prepared for for the past nine months. This was the moment that would bind us together for life, and make my love for her grow impossibly deeper. I leaned over and kissed her.

"I love you so much," I smiled against her lips.

"I love you, too," she replied, beginning to tear up.

The doctor and nurses entered the room and began preparing for delivery.

The doctor sat at the foot of the bed and lifted Layla's gown. "The baby's head is here, so I'm going to need you to push for me, Layla, alright?"

Layla squeezed her eyes shut and groaned as she pushed. I thought my hand was going to come off in her grip.

"Keep pushing, he's coming!" the doctor encouraged. "You're doing great, Layla."

She continued to push and cry out, and I stood up to have a better look, though I still kept my hand in hers.

"One big, last push, Layla, you can do it," the doctor coaxed.

I watched in sheer and utter amazement as my son was born. A high pitched cry filled the room as the doctor held the tiny boy in her hands. She brought the baby up to Layla and laid him on her chest.

"Oh my god, he's beautiful!" Layla gasped through tears.

I was tearing up myself. This was so fucking surreal. I had a son. I was a dad. I leaned down and wrapped my arms around the two of them. They were my whole world, and in that moment I knew I would do anything to protect them.

The doctor asked me if I wanted to cut the umbilical cord. I looked at her nervously, afraid I would screw something up. She assured me I wouldn't, and I took the scissors and cut the cord. They took Matthew for a few minutes to wash him off and wrap him in a blanket.

I took the opportunity to kiss Layla again. "I am so proud of you," I murmured. "You were amazing."

"Thank you," she grinned. "You were amazing, Carl. We have a son!"

I felt tears again as I smiled at her.

A nurse came back with Matthew, and offered him to me. "Dad, would you like to hold him?"

My eyes widened and I nodded excitedly, wordlessly.

She handed him to me, and I couldn't believe how little he was. He was beautiful. He had chubby cheeks and plump lips and a tiny little nose. His eyes were still closed. He had fuzzy brown hair that peeked out from under his little hospital cap. I cradled him in my arms, overwhelmed by my love for this tiny little person.

"Oh my god, that is adorable," I heard Layla gush.

I looked over at her, holding her phone in her hands and looking at the screen. "This picture is the best thing ever. You look so good with a baby."

I smiled at her. "Do I?"

"Even with all the amazing things you've done to and with me, this is the sexiest thing I've seen," she grinned. "You are going to be so good at this."

I smiled and kissed Matthew's tiny forehead before I handed him to her. She handed me her phone so her hands were free, and I took pictures of her holding him to her chest and kissing him. I knew what she meant about how sexy this was. As hot and attractive as I'd always found her, she was never more beautiful than when she was holding our son.