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Hey baby... What's your name?

Neal kept his attention on the baby boy in his arms. He watched as the baby stirred gently towards him, cuddling further into his chest. My Son, he smiled to himself. He could not believe it he was dad. He had no idea what kind of father he would be, but he knew he couldn't be any worse than his own father. Neal already loved his son too much to let that happen.

His heart swelled with love and pride at the tiny bundle in his arms. Even though his son was only a few hours old he could already see parts of himself in the little boy's features. His son had his eyes and fuzzy dark hair. The rest however was all Emma. He was perfect. This little boy was all theirs and nothing or no one would take him away from them.

Neal could feel happy tears begin to form in his eyes again. He had never cried this much in his life before. But they were not tears of sadness but of joy. Emma had given him the precious gift in the world and he just hoped one day he would be worthy of it.

He looked over to Emma who was sleeping peaceful in the hospital bed. Neal smiled; she looked so beautiful and angelic when she slept. She tried so desperately to stay to awake when they got to the hospital but her body was so exhausted and sore that it gave into sleep about an hour ago.

Hearing a tiny whimper he turned his attention back to his son. "Hey, little man," Neal whispered. He brushed his thumb against his baby's soft rosy cheek. His son's eyelids fluttered open for a moment before closing again.

"We're going to have so much fun, you and me. I've got so much planned for us to do." He smiled down at the tiny boy in his arms. "I'm going to teach you all kinds of things, like how to ride a bike, I'm going to take you to the park and if you really good I'll even buy you an ice-cream. Just don't tell you mom ok?" Neal chuckled to himself.

"I'll tell you a secret, your mother… she doesn't know how special she is… she loves you so much, you're everything to her. So you best not give her any trouble." Neal laughed. "And as for me… well I'll always be there for you no matter what… I love you son." He leant down and placed a gentle kiss on top of his baby's head.

The tiny bubble father and son had created was soon interrupted when Neal felt someone's eyes watching him. His eyes glanced over to the hospital bed. His heart began to race when he saw Emma gazing back at him. He could see her green eyes glistened with happy tears. All of a sudden he felt shy and kind of embarrassed. Emma had obviously overheard his little speech. A bashful smile began to form on his face.

"Do you really mean that?" Emma asked, trying her best to hold back her tears, her emotions where still all over the place.

Neal nodded. "Yes, every word of it." He whispered still smiling at her. He carefully carried their son over to the bed and sat down beside her. He gently moved the baby into one arm so he could reach up with the other to brush away her tears.

"You and this little guy here….You're all I want." He whispered as his palm cupped her cheek.

Smiling Emma closed her eyes and turned slightly so she could lean back against Neal's chest. Neal moved his arm so he could wrap it around her while he cradled their son in his other arm.

Emma sighed and placed her head against his firm chest. Neal gently rested his chin on top of her head. For the first time today he felt Emma's body relax against his.

"The three of us is all I need." He whispered before placing a kiss onto of her head.

Emma nodded gently. "The three of us." She sighed happily. Right now everything was perfect. They both looked down at the little life they had created, just as their son let out a tiny yawn.

Neal chuckled "However we do need something to call him?" They had been so caught up in birth and the aftermath that they hadn't named their son yet. Emma was so exhausted by the time they made it to the hospital and Neal did not want to name their son without discussing it with her first.

Emma laughed softly. "Why don't you ask him?"

"Ok… Hey baby what's your name?" Neal asked making her to laugh out loud. "I don't think he's going to tell us." He couldn't see Emma's face but he knew she was rolling her eyes at him.

"Do you have any names you like?" She asked with a contented sigh.

Neal took at moment to think, he never imagined he would be father. Even when Emma was pregnant it did not feel real to him. He reached across and brushed the loose curl of hair away from her face. "Why don't you tell me the names you like?" He asked.

Emma raised her eyebrow "Don't you want to have any input?" She asked gently biting her lower lip. She already had a name in mind but was frightened Neal would hate it.

Neal smirked. "I'm sure you have some good names. I trust you." He replied trying to encourage her to tell him the names she had picked. He could not help but wonder why she was suddenly so nervous. He had no doubt the name she had in mind for their baby would be perfect.

"I like Henry." Emma softly whispered.

"Henry? …Good name." Henry… He liked it and now hearing Emma say it, he could not imagine any other name for their son.

"It means a power ruler, like a King or a Prince." She smiled. She raised her eyebrow when she saw the look of surprise on Neal's face. "What you said names are important." She laughed.

Neal smiled, "Henry the little prince... I like it." He grinned.

"I was also thinking James for a middle name." She said biting her lip nervously again.

Neal nodded. "Henry James Swan…"

"No!" Emma interrupted him. "Cassidy."

Neal looked at her in surprised. He thought she wanted their child to have her surname until they were married. He could feel fresh tears forming in his eyes. "You sure?" He asked as he managed to choke out the words.

Emma smiled and nodded. She could not have done any of it without Neal and she wanted her son to have his father's name. She knew how much it meant to him.

"Welcome to the world Henry James Cassidy." He beamed at his little boy.

"I love you Emma Swan." Neal drew Emma close to him. His lips touched hers. She was his everything.

They quickly pulled apart when they heard a knock on the door. One of the nurses poked her head around the door. "Sorry to disturb you but visiting times are over… Mother and baby need their rest." She informed the couple with a smile.

Neal groaned he did not want to leave his family but he did not have a choice. He placed their son gently back in his crib.

"Do you have to go?" Emma asked. She did not want Neal to leave her. The thought of being left alone with their baby terrified her.

Neal smiled sadly he felt reluctant to leave them, "I'll be back first thing tomorrow… Do want me to bring anything other than your bag?" Emma shook her head.

Neal turned back towards their baby and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Be good for you mom kiddo... I'll see you tomorrow."

Emma was now alone with her baby. She stared intently at the little baby in front of her. Her son. She could scarcely believe it. She had a baby. She was a mom. Her little boy was amazing, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

A small cry filled the room. Her baby was awake. Emma could feel her legs shaking as she climbed out of the hospital bed and made her way over to him. She was unsure what to do to stop him crying. Was he hungry? Cold? She had no idea.

Emma could feel her heart pounding hard in her chest as she nervously reached down and gently picked him up. She watched has her son turned his head towards her chest seeking comfort from his mother. His cries instantly stopped. The baby cooed as he slowly drifted back to sleep again, his ear pressed against Emma's heartbeat.

"That's better, hey Kid?" She whispered softly as she kissed her baby's head. All of her fears seemed too disappeared.

The tears began to form again in her eyes. . She looked at his little face, he was amazing. She watched his tiny eyelids flutter as he slept in her arms

She was overcome emotion. Her tears trickled down her cheeks. Emma had never seen anything so perfect in her entire life.

As Emma watched her son sleeping peacefully in arm she had an overpowering feeling of love and fierce protectiveness for him. He was so small and completely dependent on her. It was now her job to protect this little boy and give him the best possible chance.

She gently brushed her fingers over his warm rosy cheek. The sensation of his soft smooth skin beneath her fingers was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her fingers made their way down to his little hand. She began to stroke his little palm softly, still amazed by how soft her baby skin felt. Suddenly her son clutched his tiny hand around her finger.

Emma let out a tiny laugh as she became overwhelmed with emotion. "I love you Henry" she whispered.