“Did you see her eyes?” I asked. Not that I cared too much. And I’d know soon enough because she’d be awake in a few hours at most.
“They’re blue, like yours. Her hair is brown like mine though.”
I smiled and reached out for her chubby cheek.
“All right, Oscar. I don’t mean to interrupt your time with your new baby, but your omega line is closed now. There was a tear on your left side, but it shouldn’t cause any issues going forward.”
I looked away from Ella long enough to give Dr. King my attention. “Thank you. Can I sit up? Is that allowed?”
Dr. King smiled. “Of course. I’ll lower the pain blocker, and it will eventually completely diminish. If you need anything, I will be downstairs for the next hour or so. Your little lady is quite healthy. She’s seven pounds, four ounces, and is exactly twenty inches long. She should sleep for a few hours, and then she will need normal tending.” Dr. King looked at Monroe. “You have experience, you said at one of our appointments.”
“Yes. I’ve raised Mae since she was a few days old. Little Ella here won’t be an issue.”
“Very good. If you should need anything, just call out. And once I leave to go to the clinic at the council, all you need to do is call.”
“Thank you, Dr. King. I appreciate all of your assistance and care,” I told him.
“Yes, thank you,” Monroe echoed. He handed me our daughter and then carefully helped situate me to where I was sitting mostly up. There were several pillows behind me, and when I leaned back, I discovered they were perfectly placed. “Be right back,” Monroe whispered. I nodded and took that moment to stare at my baby girl. I was a daddy now. Not that I wasn’t before because Mason and Maelie were mine just as much as they were Monroe’s. But we’d done this, together. We created this beautiful little girl. She was absolutely perfect.
The bed beside me dipped, and I looked to my right and watched as Monroe carefully crawled onto the bed from the other side. He moved close to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and gently pulling me into his side.
“She’s perfect, Roe. How did I make someone so perfect and beautiful.”
“Because you did. There’s nothing wrong with you, Oscar. Don’t think you have anything wrong about you. Our little fae princess is going to grow up and be strong, just like her daddy and papa. And her older brother and sister and uncle and aunt. She will have an amazing life and will never doubt that we love her.”
I sighed. He was right. She would. “I love you, Monroe. You were right when you said we’d make it work. There have certainly been some bumps along the way, but we’re making it work.”
Monroe kissed the top of my head and then reached out and ran a finger down the side of Ella’s cheek. “I love you too. Just as I love our little Ella, and Maelie, and Mason.” I sighed and leaned my head against Monroe’s chest. Never did I expect I’d be here. Not me. But here I was, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.