Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (JoeMazzello!JohnDeacon fanfic)

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"You were right,"

Baby Deaky is fast asleep in the small hospital cot beside her bed. Roxanne was supposed to be resting but she couldn't. She felt wide awake and she was finding it impossible to stop looking at him.

That was why she was now curled up on her side, John pressed gently against her back as the pair watch their son sleep.

"Hm?" she turns her head slightly.

"About having a boy." John whispers and she smiles.

"Told you I know our baby."

He kisses her cheek softly, "You were incredible. Can't believe how quick it was."

"Me neither."

They both look to the cot when they hear the baby start to fuss, little legs kicking up in the air as he wakes.

"I'll get him," John whispers, quickly getting up from the bed.

John picks him up slowly, cradling their son close to his chest as he walks back and forth to try and soothe him and already, Roxanne can see just how good a father he's going to be.

One of the midwives, who has periodically popping her head in to check up on them, comes in and suggests that perhaps he's hungry.

Turns out that she's right and as the little one feeds, John returns to his spot on the bed beside his wife, the two of them watching the baby silently.

"Next thing is to think of a name for this little one," the midwife smiles as she leaves once more. 

"I have one in mind," Roxanne admits, feeling her heart swell when the baby's little hand frees from his blanket, his whole hand wrapping around her index finger.

"Yeah?"

"If you don't like it, it's fine," she says quickly, "But I've had this one in my head for a while now and-"

"Just tell me," he interrupts softly.

"I was thinking we could name him Arthur. After your dad?"

"Really?" he asks, "You-?"

She nods, "I know I never met him but."

He leans down to kiss her. "Mum will be so happy," he whispers. 

"Oh god, your mum. You'll need to ring her,"

"I will," he nods, "Once he's settled down again so you can get some rest too."

In all honesty, she's not tired - not anymore anyway. She just wants to spend time with her two favourite people.

"Go phone her now," she instructs, "We'll be fine."

Like her, John finds it very hard to tear his eyes from the baby but he does as she says, "Alright. I'll phone the boys as well."

Roxanne nods and settles back against the pillows as Arthur detached from her breast and once she's covered herself back up, she brings him up onto her shoulder so she can wind him.

That only takes a couple of minutes, so she returns him to her arms, leaning down to kiss his tiny forehead.

God, she can't believe how much she loves him.

When he starts to whine, she shushes him gently before she starts to sing to him.

"A naeoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth. Mise rid' thaobh. O mhaighdean bhan
Ar righinn oig, fas as faic, do thir, dileas fhein."

It was a song her mum always used to sing to her when she was little; when she was scared or when she couldn't sleep...

Thinking of that makes her a little bit sad. Like, she should be sharing this moment with her parents right now. Their first grandchild has just been born and they weren't here and they probably wouldn't come see him.