Daemon was holding your child, cooing at the bundled up thing. The labor was hard, and your husband barely managed to make it due to traffic, but he was here now; and refusing to let your first born out of his arms.

“Just give me a moment my love,” He teased, placing your son in your arms. “I was admiring the perfect boy you gave me.”

He sighed appreciatively, kissing your forehead. “You did so well, you’re so brave, my brave strong wife.” He praised you gently.