OC Stories

smol babe

"Susanne!" He pushed past every maid in the room. "Oh, lord," he ran to my side and dropped to his knees. "I'm so sorry, I told you I'd be here but they wouldn't let me in, I demanded they did, but..."

"It's alright, dear" I whispered, taking his hand, "you're here now, and you'll be here for the rest..." I held our baby closer to him so he could see him. "It's our son, we have a son."

He looked down at our baby boy. He was unnamed, new. His eyes went watery, displaying an emotion I hadn't seen in him before.

"Oh, would you look at him..." He admired, "you did so well in creating him."

"You did too..."

"I'm just a piece in this, you did most of it." He seemed in awe, shaking his head. He smiled, though. "I'm at a loss for words with you two," he chuckled emotionally.

I took a weak hand and stroked his cheek with it, turning his face to me.

"Whatever shall we name him?" I weakly asked.

"He needs a good name," he nodded, "a regal, elegant, and sharp name."

His eyes lit up, "I just remembered!" Aware of how loud and excited he got, he lowered his voice, "I've heard this as a surname, but I've always thought it to be quite beautiful, how does Reznor sound?"

"Well, I did want to continue the 'S' theme... but." I looked down at our sleeping child. "Reznor... Reznor..." I repeated it, seeing how it felt. I quite liked it. "Yes, I love it," I smiled, "Reznor it is..."

"Can I-?" He hesitated, wiping tears from his face.

I smiled, "Of course you can, he's your son..." I moved my arms a bit and he took Reznor, carefully holding him close to his chest.

"Oh, my son," he sobbed, "My dear, beautiful boy..." There was a depth to his gaze that I hadn't seen, even when it met my eyes. His love for myself shocked me, but his love for our boy took my breath away.

He brought him close and kissed him softly on his forehead. Slowly, he brought him out, keeping his grip safe but gentle. Cassidy looked down at our child, inspecting him with awe.

"How... how incredible..." he whispered, "How on earth did we create a human..  how did we ever become fortunate enough to have a son?"

Weak from birth, I simply smiled at him, watching him meet our son- even just seeing my son- made the pain worth it. Every bit of it.

He laid our child on the bed, next to me and in front of him. He leaned on the bed, laying against my chest, his arm around Reznor, possibly to keep him from rolling off the bed. My arm around him, I gently stroked his back.

"You're still in your nightshirt," I noted. I recalled the a servant telling the time he was born, 3:23 in the morning. It was nearly three hours later, almost six  o' clock. "Have you waited for two hours?"

"Two hours?" He gave a quick chuckle, "My dear, I've been up since 10 o'clock last night."

I started weeping before my emotions even came to me, the fact that he had been up so late for me made me feel so loved and protected.

"Oh my love," I whimpered, "I do not deserve you..."

He picked up our little newborn, who was pink and new, setting him ever so gently on my chest.

"My love, he is living proof that you deserve the world, for you've just given the world and more to me."

I wrapped my arms around my son, his soft skin against mine was something indescribable. He smelled sweetly and slept peacefully.

After a few moments spent in silence, I began to drift off again, exhausted. Steamboat must have noticed, for he slowly took Reznor from my arms and placed him in his cradle near my bed. I heard the creak of the chaise as he laid down, even now he didnt want to leave me.