First Child
The baby in my arms stretched gently before nestling into my chest. A small tuft of orange hair lay flat against her head. Angry red bumps of acne dotted her bald head and face but none of that mattered to me. She was perfect in every way shape and form.
The new mom shifted gently before her own eyes opened.
"Have a nice nap?" I asked, keeping my voice unreasonably low. I didn't want to wake the little one.
My wife smiled and answered in a louder volume. "I did. How's she doing?"
"She's napping," I whispered. She smiled and watched the sleeping figure. "I thought of another name while you out," I said. We'd been having trouble coming up with the perfect name. What do you call a thing that you created besides Crying Lump of Matter?
"What'd you come up with?" There was apprehension in her voice.
"Jasmine."
Maddie mulled the name over. "That's actually very pretty, Jack. Where'd that come from?"
I shrugged. "I've always liked it." Jasmine shifted some more before opening her eyes. They were a light blue. A book Maddie had bought about babies said they wouldn't start to look like ours until she was around six months.
Jasmine made a fussy noise and started to squirm. "What's a matter, Jazzy?" I asked? Do you want your mommy?" Maddie smiled and sat up straighter. I gently passed the baby to her and Maddie smiled.
"Hi, Jasmine. Jasmine, what a beautiful name for a beautiful baby."
I smiled and rubbed Jasmine's head gently before leaning over to kiss Maddie. "We did that," I muttered.
Maddie laughed. "Yeah, we did, didn't we?"
A/N: Tiny little drabble. Just like baby Jazz. And you probably thought it was going to be Danny and Sam. Ha! I got you! (hopefully...)
Until next time, GeekyZelda