A/N: Sherry n Tiffany rock!
Chapter 36
Isabella was exhausted. Everything had happened so fast, too fast, but it had all been worth it in the end, and she knew she would do it again in a heartbeat as she looked down at her son, lying in her arms. He was simply perfect, if ever there was such a thing.
"He is strong," Sherry assured her mistress, as she cleaned her up, making her presentable for his lairdship.
Isabella smiled. Her son was tiny, but that was to be expected when he was born too soon. He was the drawing spit of his father. He had the same nose, the same chin. He even had same colour of hair, and God did he have lots of it, masses and masses of thick brown hair on his head. She knew that if he had even half of the strength of his father, then he would survive. She prayed that he would survive.
"Please, fetch my husband," Isabella pleaded. She couldn't wait for Edward to meet their son any longer.
Alice and Sherry both excused themselves, and minutes later Edward entered the room. His face was full of worry, but the moment he saw his wife smiling, he knew that everything was going to be alright. He got down on his knees and moved to her side, gazing down at the small baby in her arms.
"Edward, I would like you to meet your son," Isabella said, gazing lovingly up at him. "He looks just like you."
Edward leaned over and placed a kiss on his wife's head, before gently stroking his son's face with his finger. "Ye have done me proud, wife." He couldn't be any happier, and he knew that his clan would be pleased now that he had an heir. His bloodline was safe.
"What shall we name him?" Isabella asked, desperate to give her son a name. She and Edward had never discussed names, since she had believed that they still plenty of time for that.
Edward stared down at his son, thinking long and hard. "How about Rodric? It is a strong name. It means ruler."
"Rodric," Isabella said, trying out the name. "I like it, it is strong, and like you, he will be a strong ruler."
Edward leaned over and placed a kiss on his wife's head. "Ye should get some rest."
"Will you hold him while I sleep?"
Edward looked down hesitantly at his son. He looked so small and delicate. He felt as if his hand and arms would crush him.
Isabella could see the hesitation in her husband's eyes. "I will help you," she said, slowly sitting up. "Hold your arm like this," she said, showing him the correct position, and then she gently placed Rodric in his father's arms. "There, you see. You won't hurt him. Just remember to always support his head." She laughed at herself, relaying the information that Sherry had just moments ago told her.
Edward looked down at his wife and smiled, feeling overcome with emotion. His son was perfect, and he only now realised that he wanted more. He wanted lots and lots of heirs. "How soon can we have another?"