*Ana's POV*

We managed to make it our room before the placenta was delivered and now while I rest in bed, they've taken Teddy to clean him up and assess him. Christian stands at the sink in our room while he washes himself up with a washrag. He's still shirtless and covered in birthing liquid from Teddy and me. He doesn't seem to to care at all. As I watch him clean up, affection and adoration for him swirl through my body so strongly, I find myself wiping tears back.

He throws the washrag in the linen bin and heads towards me, a look of worry on his face when he sees my tears. I shift over a little so he can sit next to me and let out a small laugh.

"Nothing is wrong, Christian. Don't look at me like that. I just love you so much. Everything you've done for us today... God. You are our rock, Christian."

He gives me a soft smile and wraps his arms around me nuzzling into my hair. "I was so scared, Ana. One move and I could have hurt you."

"You did perfectly." I press a kiss to his naked shoulder. "You saw a lot today, Christian. Are you ever going to be able to look at my vagina the same way again?"

"After today? No." His answer breaks my heart and the numbing pain shoots down my body, surprising me.

"I understand, Christian. I'm sorry. Maybe we should have waited to get married. If we did-"

"Wait just a god damned minute, Mrs. Grey. You don't think today ruined you for me, do you? I'll never look at your body the same way again because of how phenomenal it really is. It pushed out a living, breathing human being with no help from any professional. You did it with grace and class and even though you just pushed a human out of your body, you still look magnificent. Like it was just another day for you." His admission brings me to tears and he kisses me over and over, his lips pressing to mine longer and longer until he nuzzles my nose. "I'm going to worship this body every chance I get. Once your body is well enough, my face is going to be between those legs constantly and once you're given the all clear, I'm going to show you how much I love you every chance I get."

I giggle. "I don't know if we'll have time for all that, but hearing that you aren't disgusted by my body is such a relief."

"You never have to worry about what I think of your body. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen and that will never change."

There is a knock on the door and the RN returns with our boy in his roll bassinette, who is letting out little cries. I immediately sit up, wanting my hands on our son.

"Congratulations, Mr. and and Mrs. Grey. Your son is a little irritable. I think he's hungry. The lactation specialist will come see you a little later, but I can help you latch for now."

I give her a nod and smile, happy to get to bond with Teddy. I begin to unsnap my gown on my left side so she can bring him to me. Once my breast is exposed, she hands him to me.

"Now, you'll want to-Oh. This boy's ahead of the game."

Before she can even explain how to get him to latch, our baby has found my nipple and I use my free hand to maneuver it so more of my nipple is in his mouth. I can hear him eating greedily and it makes Christian and I both laugh.

"Hungry little thing." Christian states, rubbing his finger over his other cheek. "No wonder Mommy ate her way through the second half of her pregnancy."

I giggle at his comment.

"Mr. Grey, your shirt is in a plastic bag on the side of the bassinette as requested and your visitors are in the waiting room. I told them it'd be another twenty more minutes or so since you needed to feed."

I look up and smile at the nurse. "Please ask Dr. Trevelyan to come back. Just her for now." She was so good, instructing us over the phone earlier and I want her to have first dibs in seeing her new grandson.

The nurse takes her leave and Christian pulls off Teddy's hat so we can get a better look at our boy. Leaning down, he presses a few kisses to his head. "God, he's beautiful. Look at all that hair, Ana."

His hair is dark and lush and I grin. "You mentioned that you felt it in the car." I giggle. "I still can't believe we had Teddy in a car."

Christian blows out a puff of air. "Our life is never boring."

"No, it's not." I was honestly worried about the thought of labor and how many hours it would take. I never expected our baby boy to come so early and easily. "We're going to have to reupholster the car."

"That's an understatement." He grins, leaning down to press his lips to Teddy's hair again. He just can't get enough of his son and it's the cutest thing I've ever seen. "But you are worth every penny, little man."

There is a knock on the door and Grace pops her head in, a bright smile on her face. Christian waves her in.

"How're you feeling, Ana? Everything okay? You look great." She has a seat on the opposite side of me after she washes her hands and I give her a smile.

"I'm doing well. It happened so fast, I didn't have time to get tired. I'm sore, but I don't really feel like I had a baby today. It's surreal."

She's beaming down at her grandson, who is beginning to fall asleep. "He's perfect, Ana."

"He is. Five pounds ten ounces, 18.5 inches long. He seems so tiny, but they say his weight and height are good for being 35 weeks. I'm hoping that means he's got Christian's genes in the length department." I hate being petite and I don't want him to deal with being short, too.

Rousing him awake to burp, he whines a little, but as soon as I begin to fold him to burp, he burps without any help.

"Damn." Christian chuckles. "So far, this one's been easy. Came easy, latched easy, now he's burping easy."

I give him a warning scowl. "Don't jinx it. You'll have him keeping us up all night every night with that attitude." I hand our boy to his grandmother, who is laughing lightly at us.

"All baby's have their quirks. You'll learn his soon enough." She looks down at our boy and begins to cry. "Look how precious you are, baby boy. You weren't willing to wait any longer to come visit, were you? You heard us having so much fun out here, you had to join us." She reaches for his relaxed hand and he fists his hand around her index finger. "Impatient little thing like your daddy."

XxXxXx

There's a knock on the door while Christian is changing Teddy's diaper.

"Come in!"

The door opens and there stands my father, a hand on his hip. "What is this I hear you had my perfect grandson in a dirty car?"

I giggle. "Daddy! You made it!"

He's next to me quickly, sitting beside me and wraps his arms around me in a hug. "How's my Annie doing?"

"I'm good! A little shocked, but good. I'd be even better if you washed your hands." I give him a guilty smile and it makes him chuckle.

"Fine, fine." He steps over to wash his hands as he continues to talk to me. "I bet you are a little shocked. How does Taylor feel about having after birth all over his car?"

"Honestly, probably relieved because Christian will just buy him another."

"Damn. You go through vehicles like the middleclass go through coffee. Should have had the baby in my car. Christian could replace it with a Lamborghini."

I snort. "Daddy, it is not the time to be having a midlife crisis." I picture my father trying to get out of the low car with his arthritic ridden knees and I can't help, but laugh.

He gives me a wink before his gaze finds my boys and takes his seat beside me again. "You done, yet, Grey? I need to see my Tedmond."

Christian snorts. "Almost. Keep your hair on, Steele. Your grandson will be arriving in T-5 seconds." He snaps our son back up and carries him to us so my father can look him over.

"Damn, boy. Look at that head of hair!" He holds his grandson in his hands, our boy so tiny that he fits comfortably in my father's large palms.

"I hope it doesn't fall out." I run my fingers through his dark locks and I see his eyes roll back. It makes us laugh.

Teddy lets out a small cry and I can't help, but notice my dad getting teary-eyed over his grandson. It warms my heart that so many people are already in love with him.

"Tell PawPaw all about it, grandson." Teddy pouts and whines again. "Oh, no! Your daddy did that?" He teases Christian and I can't help my giggle. "You just wanted to stay nice and snug inside Mommy and he just yanked you right out, didn't he?"

Christian tuts and Dad gives him a wink. "Your mother told me how wonderful you were for them, Christian. I'm thankful to have you as a son. I know I didn't want to give her up, but I'm beginning to think I made the right decision."

Christian shakes his head and rests against me, wrapping an arm around me while he watches his son and father-in-law. "You didn't give her up, you just made the decision to share her. Now we'll share the both of them."

I give him a warm smile and kiss his lips. My husband is so lovely. He's learning to share and he has the biggest heart of anyone I know.

*Christian's POV*

It's so hard to wrap my head around the fact that my son is here. I sit next to Anastasia in bed holding him close to my face so he can see me. His eyes are wandering around, his long dark lashes waving up at me while he blinks. Every once in awhile his eyebrow ridge moves up and down, trying to comprehend his new environment. He's only been here for hours, but I can't imagine my life without him. I've never had feelings like this before; I wasn't aware I could even feel this deeply. My feelings for my son have me swallowing back tears every so often. He couldn't be more perfect.

"He has your chin and cheekbones." Anastasia touches his chin softly while she gazes at him from her spot against my shoulder. "He's going to be even more beautiful than you are, I think."

I snort. "Poor Teddy."

"Poor me. I'm going to be batting off suiters left and right."

I laugh. "Don't want him to be a playboy, huh?"

"I'm hoping that we can teach him to respect everyone's bodies, including his own. I'm not stupid, I know things happen, but I don't want him to become a heartbreaker or get his heartbroken because he let his hormones do the talking."

I press a kiss to her head. "We've got a long time before we have to worry about that. We'll teach him what we can, but I also want to be honest with him, too. I don't want to do that abstinence shit is the only way. When the time comes, we need to have an open and honest conversation with him so he feels comfortable coming to us about protection and all of that."

She gives me a smile. "Yes, I agree. It's amazes me how much we're on the same page with him. We've agreed so much already on how to raise him. I feel like it's too easy."

"Talking about raising and actually raising a child is different, I'm sure. Who knows what this little man is going to throw at us." I look down at my son, who is now sleeping soundly in my arms.

"Just promise me that we'll continue to communicate and listen to each other."

"I definitely promise. I won't have us fighting over how to raise him in front of him. We need to be a united front."

Ana snuggles closer to me and sighs. "God, Christian. He's so perfect. I didn't know I could love something so much."

I grin down at our baby. "Me, either. I'm so nervous I'm going to fuck him up."

"Oh, Christian, no. You aren't. We'll take it day-by-day. We'll make sure to keep him safe, but we need to make sure he has his own sense of independence. It'll be hard, but we can do it. I'm sure he'll let us know if we're screwing something up."

Leaning down, I press a kiss to my angel's lips. "Thank you, Ana. Thank you for him. He's everything we've ever needed."

"You're going to make me cry."

Chuckling, I press another kiss to her hair. Her hormones are still in overdrive and I find it so endearing. I'm going to miss this part of our relationship so much, but I'm hoping it won't be long before she agrees to another perfect baby.

There's a knock on the cracked door and I lift my head just as Ana greets our guests.

"Taylor! Gail! Please come in!" Anastasia welcomes them with a warm smile and I stand to greet them, excited to show them what we made.

"I began to wonder if you were ever coming back." I give Taylor a smile.

"Like a little baby goo could scare me away. Just wanted to give the family a little time first." He dropped our hospital bags off earlier with the RN, but refused to come in and it worried me a little, but seeing them now has me feeling better.

"Taylor... Gail... I want you to meet your Godson, Theodore."

"Godson?" Gail bursts into tears.

I grin at the two in front of me. "We couldn't imagine two better people. I know we should have discussed it with you first, but Teddy had other plans. You're okay with it, right?"

Making eye contact with Taylor, I can see that he's at a loss for words. Hoping to help sway him in the right direction, I hand over my son. "Here, Uncle Taylor. Hold him. He wants to thank you for keeping us safe and getting us to the hospital in a timely manner."

"Christian..." He holds holds Teddy close to him in one arm, while the other wipes at his eyes. "I could have never imagined... Jesus. You mean so much to me."

"I know. You do, too. Ana was right, Taylor. We're family." I envelope Gail in a hug and let her cry into my shirt. I can't help, but chuckle at her response. Women and babies.

"So, what do you think? Will you be his Godparents?"

Gail pulls her head off of me and sniffles. "Yes, of course!" Laughing, she steps back and wipes at her tears. "Let me wash my hands and then I'm taking my Godson."

XxXxXx

I was woken in the middle of the night by a panicked Ana who noticed our son's eyes were yellow. I had run to the nurse's desk in nothing but my underwear and white t-shirt demanding to see the doctor. After a stressful thirty minutes, our baby was placed in a phototherapy chamber with protective eyewear on his face to try to bring down his bilirubin levels.

I finally got Ana back to sleep, but I keep finding myself pacing the room, checking on our son while he lays sleeping under his lamp. He's wearing nothing but his little diaper and his eyewear and he looks so delicate and vulnerable laying there. I just want to scoop him up and hold him to me, but I know that he needs to stay under the lights as long as possible.

Kneeling down, I can't help, but reach in to touch his tiny little fingers. It rouses him to wake just enough to turn his head and grip my index finger, but he settles back down and falls back to sleep.

"I'm right here, son. Daddy's not going anywhere." I manage to pull his bassinette over to the chair with one hand so I can get comfortable while I watch him.

*Ana's POV*

I wake, confused with where I am for a second before it comes to me. Reaching over, I expect to feel my husband on my bed next to me, but it's empty. I sit up quickly, worried something is wrong with our baby, but find my two boys laying on the couch together, skin-to-skin with Teddy laying on his chest. Christian's blue blanket is thrown over them, his hands holding Teddy securely to him.

I reach for my phone off the rolling table and quickly take a picture of my boys. Unfortunately, the flash is on and it rouses my husband.

"Ana?" Holding Teddy tight with one hand, his other comes up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ace. I didn't know the flash was on."

He yawns, his chest expanding, causing Teddy to startle. He holds him close and presses a kiss to his blue cap. "Daddy's got you, Teddy bear."

I think my ovaries just exploded. Seeing my husband with our son is the most incredible experience of my life. I just want to go over there and tear his pants off so I can have my way with him.

"I know that look, Ana." He gives me a crooked grin from his spot on the couch. "Already thinking about more?" He wiggles his eyebrows once and it makes me laugh.

"Someday, husband."

"Someday soon?"

I roll my eyes. "I just want to practice for now. Let my cervix close tighten up first, will you?"

Sitting up slowly, he brings our son to me, wrapped in the soft blanket.

"I can do that. Practicing is fun, too."

I take our baby from him as he takes a seat next to me while Teddy begins to whine.

"He already knows I'm the milk machine." Shaking my head, I uncover myself and offer my son breakfast. "Why isn't he in his bilirubin machine?"

"Nurse came in about an hour ago and said he could take a couple hour break. I know I should have woken you, but I'm selfish." He actually looks guilty.

I laugh. "Didn't want to share your son, huh?" I press a kiss to his mouth. "I don't mind, baby. I appreciate the sleep."

XxXxXx

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare say that! It's too late!" The nurse came to take Teddy for his circumcision and my asshole husband had the nerve to say to me that we might have made the wrong decision.

I'm sitting up in bed, sitting cross-legged, while Christian paces the length of the room.

"What if it's painful! He's going to be in pain and we're not there! He's going to think we abandoned him!" Christian is yanking on his hair and I stare at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

"You! You said that it was worth it! We didn't abandon him! We're right here!"

"But he doesn't know that! I should have made them let me go! I should have made them do it here! Our tiny little baby is getting his most sensitive part cut in half and he's all by himself!"

I cant believe my strong, stoic husband is falling apart right in front of me. I don't know what to say or do, but I can't help but feel pissed at him for this.

"I thought you said you thought through this! Did none of this occur to you when we talked about it? Do you think we made the wrong decision? Was I right? I should have never made that decision for him!" I'm in tears and I push myself out of bed to find my slippers.

"What are you doing?" He looks panicked, like I'm going to run away.

"I'm going to see if I can stop it! Surely they haven't started, yet! He can decide when he's older. I'm not about to traumatize my baby!" Wrenching the door open, the nurse is standing there with her hand up to knock, our boy in his bassinette crying.

My breath gets caught in my throat and I cough. "It's already...?"

The nurse gives me a warm smile. "Yes. It's very quick. Baby boy just needs some cuddles and milk and he'll settle down."

Swallowing hard, I nod and open the door the rest of the way so she can push in our baby. I reach for him as soon as I can and he begins to settle as soon as I have him in my arms.

"I'm so sorry, beautiful boy. I hate this for you." I unsnap myself and offer him my breast, wanting to soothe him anyway I can. When he latches, I chance a look at my husband, who is stuck in his spot while he watches us. Tears are streaming down his face and his mouth is open as he tries to drag in breaths.

"Christian... come sit." I have a seat back on the bed and he follows me.

"Ana... I'm so sorry." He wraps his arms around the two of us and presses kisses to my shoulder over and over. "I lost control."

I sigh, knowing he's beating himself up. "It's okay, Christian. You were scared for your son. You're human. I didn't help the situation. I'm sorry, too."

Looking our son over, Christian gives him a kiss on his forehead while he eats. "He looks okay, at least. Our son is resilient, Ana."

I give him a smile. "I think it was harder on us than him."

"I don't like how out of control that made me feel." My husband is pouting and my heart breaks for him.

"I know, babe. I'm sorry. It's over now."