He was perfect. 5lb and 9oz of perfect pink baby, with a full head of Donaghy hair. As soon as the nurses had cleaned him up and placed him in her arms she had been captivated.
"Hey Little Man, time to see Daddy!" She grinned down at the baby before passing him to Jack. The baby looked tiny in his arms. And she couldn't help but shed a tear as she watched her little family.
Jack looked up from the baby and smirked at her. "Is that a tear I see Lemon?"
"Hormones!" She exclaimed glaring at him as he laughed.
A while later Liz spoke up. "You know, we're going to have to name him. We can't just call him Baby Donaghy."
"You are right. No man should be called Baby. It's ridiculous."
"Right." She replied, looking at him strangely.
He ignored her gaze, looking down at his son as he asked "What name do you suggest we call him?"
"Uh... I don't know, I thought this would be a team effort." He didn't reply, staring at his son still, so she continued "But I guess. Well, we could name him after you?"
"Jack Francis Donaghy Jr?"
"Um. Well, how about Jackson James Donaghy. Cause you're Jack and he's your son."
"I like it. If we have a daughter next time, we'll name her after you."
"I don't know Jack. I don't think Lemondaughter has the same ring to it."