Find My Way Home [m×m; mpreg]

thirty eight

I'm greeted with the most beautiful sight in the world when I finally wake up.

Ian is in the rocking chair, swaying back and forth with a little bundle in his arms.  So small.  So tiny.

My heart aches and I want to reach out, to touch, to feel.

A small frustrated noise falls from my lips as I try to sit up, something tugging at my still bloated belly.

Ian's brown eyes find mine immediately and he quickly approaches me.

"Hey," he whispers, "easy sweetling."

"H-Hi," I croak tiredly.

I find that I can't look at him, not when something so amazing is snuffling in his arms, something so precious.

"Is that... is that our baby?" I ask hoarsely.

His smile is bright, breathtakingly beautiful as he nods, "yes."

I suddenly feel empty.

After weeks, months, of carrying that little life inside of me, they're finally here.

My hand rests on my empty belly, but my heart is ready to burst with how full of love it is.  I reach out, arms outstretched and begging.

He carefully places our little baby in my arms.

I push back the blanket to reveal a round little face, swollen and red and perfect.  Their little hand curls around my finger and my heart nearly stops.  I've never felt like this before.  I've never felt this intense feeling of love before.

"Is... are they okay?" I look up at Ian questioningly, biting my dry lip expectantly.

"Yes," he nods again, "he's perfect."

My breath hitches at that.

A boy.

We have a baby boy.

I look at him, at his little face and he yawns.  Tiny heart shaped lips opening, little tongue peeking out.

He's gorgeous.

Beautiful. 

He's ours.

Ian smiles back, his lips pressed against my cheek, "You were amazing and I love you so, so, much.  I love you both."

"I- We love you too," I whisper.

He grins and it's then our baby starts to cry, to wail weakly in my arms.  I frown and coo at him, bouncing him lightly before Ian helps me feed him.

His eyes fluttering open to reveal that newborm gray-blue color.  And immediately I know.

"Hamlyn Grayson," I whisper, "his name."

Ian's smile only grows, "lover of home?"

"Yeah," I nod, "loving you, finally having him in my arm, it's like coming home.  But... if you don't like it we don't have to, I mean you a-"

Ian interrupts me with an amused laugh as he kisses my brow, "I love it."

I can't help but smile back, excitement bubbling inside because he's finally here!