Broke
"Sam, I swear, I think you broke my hand," Freddie said, weakly flexing a few of his fingers. "It really hurts."
"That really hurts?" Sam said, narrowing her eyes, still trying to catch her breath. "Did you just shove a human being out of you?"
"Er, no."
"Then you don't know what 'hurts' really means," she said.
"He's all cleaned up now," the nurse said, walking over to the hospital bed where Sam was laying. "You can hold him."
Sam's face lit up as the nurse carefully transferred the tiny blue blanket into her arms, and saw for the first time, her newborn son.
Even though the birthing process was far from fun, it lasted over twenty-four hours, she still felt nothing but joy as the baby opened his eyes and stared at her.
"He's got your eyes," Sam commented to Freddie, looking into the little brown orbs of her child.
"Looks like he got your hair color," Freddie said, equally amazed by his new son.
"He's so small," Sam breathed quietly.
"Well he is a baby."
"I know, but I just never knew they were this small, I mean wow!"
"I'm just surprised he doesn't weigh more than seven pounds with everything you ate while you were pregnant," Freddie laughed.
"What should we name him?" Sam asked her husband.
"Good question," Freddie said thoughtfully. "Guess we probably should've been thinking about that before."
"Eh well, too late for that now."
"We should probably do it before Carly gets in here," Freddie suggested.
"Good idea. She's still attached to the name Blake…"
"Gross."
"Yeah. You know, I kind of like Jason…"
"Jason," Freddie repeated. "Jason. I like that. Simple, rolls of the tongue."
"What about his middle name?"
"Hmmm, what about Steven?"
"Jason Steven Benson," Sam said slowly. "You know, Fredifer, that actually has a nice ring to it."
"Are we sure? We're going with Jason Steven Benson?"
"Yeah," Sam nodded, looking down at the infant. "I love it. And I love him."
"Nice. We named our child in less than a minute."
"Good work," Sam smiled.
"Thank you. You too."
"You want to hold him?" Sam asked.
"Yes."
"Okay, be careful of his neck and head and-"
"I know, Sam," Freddie chuckled as he slowly lifted Jason from his mother's arms. "Hi little guy. I'm your daddy."
Jason blinked up at his father and grasped his finger in his tiny hand.
"Sam, look! He has my finger!"
"You're such a nub," she said, shaking her hand. Then she looked at her husband and said seriously, "you're going to be a good dad."
"You're going to be a good mom too."
