Page 63 of Say I'm Yours, Firecracker

“You did a great job Miss Gibson.” The nurse said as she helped the doctor clean me up. “You too, dad.” She said to Finn who hadn’t stopped staring at us.

The room emptied out as the doctor and nurses finished up doing what they needed to do, telling me they would be back to check on us later.

“He’s perfect.” I said, gently running my hand over his brow. I had hoped he would get my coloring, but his dark hair looked just like Finn’s.

“You’re both perfect.” Finn said, and our eyes clashed. Mine filled with tears as he pressed his lips to mine. Kissing me breathless. He pulled away, grabbing a chair and pulling it as close as he could to the bed.

I had a son.

A son.

I’m a dad, a father.

Holy shit.

Ronnie was a sweaty, fucking beautiful, mess. Her white blond hair was disheveled and her skin still held a sheen of sweat. But she had never looked more beautiful than she did right now.

Holdingourbaby.

The smile that graced her face had me almost on my knees. We would give our son the life she so desperately wanted to.

“He needs a name.” Her soft whisper brought me out of that train of thought. She just brought a miracle into the world, and I wanted to soak in the monumental moment.

“You don’t have one?”

She shook her head, her eyes glassy once more. “Firecracker,” I started, “You don’t have to have it all together. We can wait on a name.”

Her sea glass eyes, now red rimmed, just stared at me. Her arms wrapped possessively around our baby, her hormones had to be running high after giving birth.

Who knew what it did to her body. I wasn’t a patient man, never had been, and I wanted to hold him.

“Finn.” She started, a lone tear slipped over her cheek. “He’s perfect.”

Her lips trembled and I leaned forward. “I know.” I ran a hand over the arm that held our baby to her chest. I wanted to hold him so bad I could have wept.

His mouth was still latched to her breast when he squirmed, causing him to lose suction. He didn’t cry like I thought he would. Instead he snuggled into her chest and went to sleep. Never blinking once.

“God, Ronnie...” It slipped out of my mouth, “I love you.” I couldn’t help it. I’d never felt so much since meeting Ronnie. She pushed herself up a little, cradling our child, her eyes lifted to mine.

“And I love you.”

I felt my eyes burn hot, before shaking my head as she placed him in my waiting arms. He was so small, much smaller than I thought any living thing could be. But they said he was healthy, and that’s all that mattered to me.

I held him as he slept, watched him as his little lips opened and his fat cheeks puffed with every breath of air.

“Atlas.” The name came to me while watching him sleep, he looked so peaceful, and if anyone could have brought his mother and I together, it was him. He would be our Atlas, our whole world, because Veronica Gibson was mine, and I was hers.

“Atlas Hart.” I tested, watching her face for some sort of reaction. She always overthought everything. But this I was standing firm on. I may be a stubborn bastard, but my son couldn’t be known as anything else.

“I love it.” She said, almost too quiet.

I kissed her head and made sure she didn’t need anything else before the nurse came in again to check on them. Settling Atlas in Ronnie’s arms after the nurse cleaned her up and placed something that could only be called a diaper over her bottom, I promised to return once I spoke to everyone waiting.

I knew my mother was probably bursting at the seams to get through this door, but Ronnie wasn’t ready, and I wasn’t about to push her. Even though we had come leaps and bounds since the start of our relationship Ronnie hadn’t yet had the chance to meet my parents.

I didn’t expect them all to be here for me and Ronnie, but when I finally entered the room and found almost all of their eyes on me I knew that was a ridiculous thing to think. The hospital waiting room was full of people.

“We have a healthy baby boy.” I said to everyone. Aaron grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. One by one, all of our family and friends hugged me or shook my hand. Congratulations swarmed and all I wanted to do was get back to my woman and our son.

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