Wills picked up our son and came to me. “Shove over, babe.” He sat beside me on the bed
I peered at the little face beneath the blue and white cap that covered his head. “He’s so little!”
“He’s actually a big boy,” the nurse said. “He’s nine pounds.” She made sure Wills wasn’t going to drop the baby, and then nodded and draped a cloth over his shoulder. “I’ll leave you to get acquainted with Teodore.”
“Thanks.” Wills smiled at her. “Get the bottle, Theo. I’ll show you how it’s done, and then you can feed him.”
“Me?” I cleared my throat and handed him the bottle. “Me? Uh…rain check?”
“Sure.” He brushed the nipple back and forth over our son’s lips. Teodore seemed to search frantically for it, and then he latched on and began to suck. Wills rocked him gently, smiling down at him, and I felt tears well in my eyes.
“Our little boy.”
“Yeah.” Wills looked up at me, and there were tears in his eyes as well. “Before I forget, Samantha is doing well.”