Dolan Imagines ♛

•New born~G

I love thisss.
3rd person.

Y/n crashes onto the living room, her lower body aching and sore, tired and dreary; pelvis, legs, everywhere. Her eyes threatened to close any minute, being overwhelmed with the exhaustion of her 10 hour labour and lack of sleep due to her new born son crying, born yesterday.
Her lower back flared and tensed up often, the epidural needle had hit a nerve ending, and was adding to her discomfort.

Grayson followed into their house behind her, hospital bag flung over his shoulder, as he holds the baby carrier, bringing in his new son, much to his absolute delight.

He closes the door, placing down the hospital bag, and follows a limping, weak y/n to the sofa, placing their sons carrier in front of them on the floor.
Y/n relaxes into the chair, trying to be distracted from her growing pain and discomfort, and exhaustion. Grayson picks his son out of the carrier, as his son peers at him with curious little brown eyes, Graysons eyes.
Grayson cooes at his son, smiling at him, tickling him slightly before relaxing back into sofa, and placing his small son on his chest.

Y/ns eyes flutter shut, Grayson placing his arm around her, pulling her into him.
Y/n whines, and he kisses her head.
"Are you ok?" He throatily asks, also tired, but no where near as de-energised as his girlfriend.
"I hurt, ache. Pushing a baby out if tiring you know" y/n murmurs, cracking a slight smile.
"I know, but you did great" Grayson said, now massaging her lower back from under her.

"And look what we have been blessed with," Gray admires his son, and y/n turns her head, smiling at his eyes and tiny fingers.
"He has your eyes gray" she whispers, holding her sons little hand.
"He has your nose" he whispers, as grayson boops his sons little nose.
"Thank you" Gray says
"What for?"
"For my son, and for you" he whispers
"Thank you too" y/n answers, before groaning as the pain worsens in her pelvis.

Grayson calls over Ethan from a few blocks away, who comes over to help make drinks for y/n while grayson holds his son, soaking in every waking moment of his sons first day, not wanting to let go of him.

Ethan brings over tea, giving y/n a warm mug, to soothe her, tears of exhaustion now running down her face as her son starts crying.
"I've got it, you two relax" Ethan says, getting up to take his nephew from his brother, to make up a bottle of formula, y/n too tired to breast feed.

Grayson pulls her further onto him, lying her back on his chest.
"Is superwoman tired?"
"Very"
"She deserves a rest"

And with that, he carries his girlfriend to their bed, places her down, kisses her forehead and whispers
"Sleep well, you deserve it" 

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