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Can't Help Falling in Love With You

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The young mother sat on the bed, dressing her newest blessing in a baseball onesie, cooing to him fondly. Big, sparkling blue eyes stared up at her in wonder as she worked carefully and quickly to keep him warm. The room was bustling with life around them, but right then, it felt like it was just the two of them. Mother and son. Her heart swelled with adoration for her tiny baby, realizing how much he already favored Harry. Like Darcy, Parker had a head full of dark hair, the soft wisps curling slightly at the ends. Deep dimples were already evident in both of his cheeks, the indents showing up every time the newborn would make any motion with his mouth.

“Hi baby, hi lovey.” She cooed with a smile, slipping a beanie on his head carefully, keeping mind of the hospital bracelet still clasped around her wrist. “Are you ready to go home and see your new room? Huh?”

Taylor’s heart pounded just at the thought of leaving the comfort of the always caring nurses, and especially the help of Dr. Thompson. Much like when Darcy was born, Taylor was terrified of leaving the hospital. It was like she was a brand new parent all over again, not knowing a single thing to do. Her mind went blank and she felt fear creeping up into her system and taking over her body completely. Sure, she would have Harry and of course her mother and Anne, but if she didn’t know what to do herself, what kind of mother did that make her? Insecurity accompanied the fear, feeling as if she was going to do something wrong. Sure, she had raised a beautiful baby girl and she was healthy and happy, but what would it be like having another boy in the house? She wouldn’t know if she would handle things the same way she would have with Darcy.

“I can hear you thinking.” Harry’s voice brought Taylor from her worrisome thoughts, making her eyes shift over to where he was walking in the door holding the crimson-colored carrier ready to take Parker down to the Range Rover and make their departure for home. Unlike his wife, Harry was more than happy to be going home, feeling like he was a pro the second go around. Usually, it was the mother that felt this way, but in this case, Harry felt so sure of himself as a father and he wanted to prove that to everyone, especially himself. “What’s on your mind baby?”

She stayed silent, not daring to open her mouth, afraid that if she did, everything would come out in a big anxiety and tear-filled mess. She didn’t want to cry, knowing that this was supposed to be a happy occasion, only for happy tears, not ones filled with fear.

She looked down at her little boy, now peacefully asleep against her chest, soft snuffles leaving the infant’s mouth behind a red pacifier. Was she overreacting? Surely a little boy wasn’t much different than a little girl, he was so tiny, how hard could it be?

Harry, sensing what was wrong then, slid into the bed beside his wife, wrapping his long arms around her and their son, pressing a comforting kiss to her dark hair. Feeling her anxiety radiating from her like body heat, he hugged her tighter, trying to give her some sort of reassurance that everything was going to be just fine.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re worried, but you have no reason to be. Do you know how amazing of a mother you are?”

She shook her head, “I just don’t want to mess something up. Dealing with a little boy is different than dealing with a little girl. And then there’s this constant fear that Darcy is going to feel replaced and that is the last thing I want. I don’t want her to think I love him any more than I love her, I love them both so much, and if she feels any less love than usual it’ll break my heart.”

Darcy had been surprisingly excited to have a little brother. Throughout Taylor’s pregnancy with Parker, Darcy made sure that nothing came near her mother’s belly, wanting to protect her baby brother nestled inside. When it came time to turn a guest room into Parker’s nursery, she was more than happy to assist Harry with the painting, resulting in little red hand prints all over the walls that Harry barely had the heart to paint over. But one day, Darcy had come to realize, even at her slight age, that her time as an only child would soon come to an end and that there would be another little person taking up most of her parents’ time. As a result of her realizations, she started clinging to Taylor a little more, not letting her be too far from the toddler for longer than a few minutes.