— Private hospital, 1:30 A.M

your body was weak, obviously, almost six hours of suffering to bring your little bundle of joy into this world. You could barely stay awake, the access in your arm carrying IV to you, your head spinning, your lips dry and your disheveled hair falling over your face

you forced yourself to sit up, looking around the room, which by the way was briefly dark, being slightly illuminated by the light that came from the hospital hallway. A yawn escaped your lips, your eyes stopping at the corner next to the hospital gurney

Dee's tall figure slept peacefully in the hospital chair, snoring softly with his glasses almost falling off his face as he held the small blond-haired newborn in his arms.