3 Years After That
"I'm glad we were alone this time." Amy says to me, holding our newborn son in her arms. "I love you."
"We're you talking to me or the baby?" I ask her.
"Obviously you." She whispers, "But I love him too."
"Should I go and get Liam?" I whisper, "Or should we wait for the morning?"
"Get him now." She smiles, "I want to give him a hug."
I walk quietly out of my bedroom and into my son's. "Hey, buddy." I say, gently shaking him awake. "Do you want to come and meet your new baby brother?"
"Yes!" He shouts, leaping from his bed and sprinting next door. I follow him slowly, and join the massive family cuddle when I come through. "Can we go to the park tomorrow so I can play with him!" Liam shouts.
"Shhh," I whisper, "I don't think he'll be ready to play tomorrow."
"When will he be ready to play?" Liam asks.
"Maybe in a few years or so." I say, "he's just a baby."
"What's his name?"
"Harry Oscar Peralta." Amy smiles.
"Why don't I take you back to bed. Your mom needs some rest." I say, leading Liam out of the room.
"Can I stay off school tomorrow?" He asks when he finally gets into bed.
"No, Your mom needs to rest and I'll be at work."
"I could come to work with you. Charles loves me and..."
"Come on Liam, go to sleep." I say and tuck him in. "Night, night."
"Night, Dad." He whispers, and rests his head on the pillow as I shut the door.