"Hi mommy!" he smiles as she tiredly opens her eyes.
Eliott is sitting in a chair right in front of her, holding a small bundle that she immediately knows is their baby. Their baby boy. He slowly rises from his seat and takes a few steps to get to the side of the bed she's in. While getting stitched up in the OR she fell asleep and apparently her husband let her sleep for a while. For that she's both grateful and disappointed. As he lifts their son and places him in her arms an excited and nervous smile appears and settles as the baby is comfortably resting by her chest.
"He's beautiful." she whispers.
As she looks up into her husband's eyes she sees that he's crying. Happy tears. Or is it?
"You OK?"
He sniffles. "God, Liv. You're asking me?" he chuckles and wipes away the fluid from his left cheek.
"I am." she says.
"Yeah?"
He doesn't believe her, she can tell.
"I am, El. It was hard, yes, but…." He sighs. "But I'm OK now."
That doesn't't seem to help.
"I was scared. I don't know if you noticed, but I was. And I saw you…" he starts rambling. "I was so worried…"
"Honey, you know what? Neither of us is ever gonna forget this and I don't want to neither", she says, looking down at their baby. "I'm not gonna lie, we'll probably need some therapy to get back to where we used to be, but I don't wanna focus on that now. We'll talk about it later, OK?"
He nods.
"Are we still going for… You know, the name we talked about?" he asks as he puts his hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah. His name is David." she replies, letting her emotions free and lets the tears fall again. Neither of them are used to cry in front of the other, although it's happened before. Now neither seem to think it's unfitting. Eliott carefully sits down at the edge of the hospital bed.
"I love you", he whispers.
Her eyes looks into his.
"I love you, too." she barely has the time to reply before accepting a kiss.
And they continue to watch their son. The baby they made and will love forever.