Chapter 3
It was late afternoon the following day. Sylvie was resting in bed at Athos and her flat. She still hadn't quite wrapped her mind around the idea this was her flat too.
While they had the nursery all ready for the baby to move into, Sylvie wanted the crib set up in their bedroom for a little while. It made it easier for the late night feedings and at the moment moving was exhausting. She didn't even know how they made it back here after the birth. It was all a big haze.
"He's asleep," Athos entered the bedroom carrying his tablet.
"Which one is it?" Sylvie pushed up carefully to sit up in bed feeling very tender.
"All of them," Athos turned the tablet around to see their friends on skype.
"At least let take your tablet over to the crib so we can see him," Aramis' voice whispered from the tablet.
"I did that the last five times you called today," Athos said as he sat on the edge of the bed angling the tablet so he and Sylvie could both see the screen.
Of all of them Aramis couldn't get enough of seeing the newborn.
"Aramis!" Four voices rose up through the screen.
"Just one more time," Constance was sitting in front of her computer with Elodie next to her and the guys huddled around them from behind and along their sides. "The rest of us only had the one time."
"Fine," Athos huffed get up off the bed and carrying the tablet with him.
He stood next to the crib looking down at his son and smiled gently. Sylvie watched him from her spot on the bed enjoying the look on his face.
"Athos," Aramis' mostly restrained voice prodded Athos out of his musings.
"Awww!" Athos rolled his eyes hearing his friends oohing and awing over the baby.
Sylvie smiled even more. Their son was perfect. He had a smattering of hair. It was short and black. His skin was somewhere between the two of his parents. Athos said he had Sylvie's eyes and she said he had Athos' nose.
Little noises started to come from the crib and Sylvie knew he was beginning to wake up.
"Have you lot got your fill yet?" Athos asked and received five whispered 'yes's'.
Athos ended his skype session and put the tablet down.
"I need to feed him soon," Sylvie said.
Athos nodded crossing the room and sitting next to Sylvie on the bed.
Sylvie curled around Athos' side resting her head on his shoulder. "Think we're ready for this?"
"What parent ever is?" He asked.
She swatted his arm playfully. "That's not helping."
Athos cupped the side of Sylvie's face leaning in letting their foreheads touch. "You are going to be a wonderful mother."
"And you are going to be a wonderful father," she said. "Although we might not make parent of the year if we don't come up with a name."
Athos huffed out a laugh and kissed her on the lips. When they parted he said, "I have a few ideas."
Their son began to cry and that was Athos' cue to get up again and bring the baby over to Sylvie. She took him into her arms getting ready to feed him.
Athos sat back on the bed watching Sylvie as she fed their son.
The End