“You did it.”
I shook my head, looking back down at my brand-new son. “No, we did it.”
I placed my lips on his tiny, wrinkled forehead and whispered, “Welcome to the world, Alex.”
My mom started to sniffle beside me. I’d forgotten she was even in the room. For a moment, I had been completely wrapped up in my own world that consisted of no one but Luke and baby Alex.
“I love his name,” she said as she wiped her tears and leaned in to kiss my forehead. Then she patted Luke on his shoulder. “I’m going to go tell your dad, Cam. I’ll tell your family, too, Luke.”
I smiled a tiny smile. “Text JoJo, too, okay?” She nodded and then I casted my eyes down on my baby, his eyes shut, already cooing on my chest.
It’s amazing how life worked out so much differently than I had originally planned. My parents who are divorced, and who I’d thought were mortal enemies, were now on speaking terms. I like to think that Luke and I getting married brought them back together, because their shared anger at our elopement meant they actually agreed on something.
Now, we’ve brought this little baby into our lives and not only was he the glue that would forever hold Luke and I together, he was the glue that would hold both of our families together.
After Alex died, and my family separated and went in different directions, I honestly thought that I would never truly be happy again….that I would never feel content…but here I am. Happy, living, breathing, and now madly in love with the most amazing man on this earth, and completely smitten by our little bundle of joy.
Just before I kissed Alex’s little forehead again, I looked out the far window and saw the sun shining brightly, cascading gracefully through a set of thick, white, puffy clouds. I smiled and I knew that in that moment, it was Alexander reassuring me that he was here with me, and that he was happy, too.
The End (seriously)