I hold my beautiful one minute old little boy in my arms, looking at him for the first time. He was so beautiful, he had bright blue eyes and silky soft brown hair and deep dimples. So like his father.
I named him Rocco Adam Millar.
"Hello Rocco," I whispered, looking down at him, smiling, "You're finally here! Mummy's so happy to meet you!"
The midwife smiled at me as she checked on Rocco.
"He's beautiful, Jess. He's 8lbs 4oz!" she exclaimed. I smiled, remembering the time his father and I were in bed discussing future kids.
"I don't want kids," Danny had said," Bloody annoying!"
I laughed now, wondering what he thought of this now and if he regretted what he'd said.
