|Issaiah Love|
Silent cries streams down my face finally being able to hold my baby in my arms. It feels like heaven on earth and I don't ever want to let him go. I kiss his forehead over and over. His little eyes staring back at me has me feeling like he can see my soul living just for him. My precious healthy baby boy.
"Hi my perfect little angel. I'm your mommy."
"What's up lil man, I'm your pops."
"Now I know I look different than I usually do. That's because I'm the live version. We were only allowed to talk on Facetime. Now that we're both healed up, you get to be in my arms all the time." Sire gapes away at my face. I chuckle and wipe my eyes. I am so in love with him.
"You're breastfeeding right?"
"Yeah, baby gets a new flavor of milk today."
"Would you try your breast milk?"
"Nah, I'm good on that, why?"
"I wonder what it taste like." I look at him, then down at my chest.
"Ewww stop staring at them, you're not tasting it."
"Maybe not now but we're going to have some grownup time. When we do, you're going to be leaking."
"Shut up."
"Got milk." He jokes throwing his head back and laughing.
"Wait 'til my baby goes to sleep, I'm cussing you out."
"I'm just playing with you."
"Why would you joke like that when you know I'm sensitive right now?"
"I'm sorry." I roll my eyes trying to fight back the tears that's trying to come out. Ever since I've gotten pregnant I've turned into the biggest waterhead. Shit sucks because anything can trigger me.
"Can you take him?"
"I'm sorry Sai, I didn't know it was going to set you off."
"This is annoying as fu-" I cut my words off being cautious of the type of language I have around my son. Foreign takes Sire from me and I quick rush to the bathroom. I wipe my face to calm down. Just breath and focus on the positive.
"You good baby?"
"I'm fine."
"It was just a joke, I'm sorry."
"Please can you not joke like that with me? My hormones are all over the place and in case you haven't noticed, I'm sensitive as crap."
"I will do my best baby." I wipe my face and walk out the bathroom. "You forgive me?"
"Yeah baby, of course I do."
"Gimmie lips." I pucker up my lips and kiss his. "Love you."
"Love you too."I hold out my hands for Foreign to pass Sire back to me.
"Here."
Sire starts to fussing for food. I take a seat and pull out my left breast so he can eat. Foreign stares intrigued at the process, making me cover up with a a small blanket.
"How does it feel being a dad?"
"Like an accomplishment. The best thing I did was getting you pregnant. How about you?"
"He's worth everything I went through during the pregnancy. It's so weird holding him in my arms but I'm so grateful to have him here. I'm so in love with him."
"I can't wait to watch him grow up."
"I want him to stay this small forever."
"Thank you for having him." Foreign kisses my forehead bringing a smile to my face.
