Don't own anything
Nothing could describe what I have just gone through. In the last four hours I was verbally abused, threatened, had a soda thrown at my head, been dumped then taken back only to be dumped again, had my finger bitten, been spit on, and finally became a father.
I looked at the tiny person in my arms, Leah and I had taken one look at him and decided on Nathan Harry Black. He was perfect, weighing 8 pounds 4 ounces. He had a head of black hair, dark brown eyes, Leah's nose, my face shape, and his skin was an in between of Leah's and mine. Pride filled through me as I counted his ten fingers and ten toes over and over. Nothing could describe the happiness I felt holding my son for the first time.
I stole a glance at Leah, who was now sleeping. Labor had been a rough process for her. She never did good with pain. She refused anything to help with the pain, wanting to go through the process naturally. Just as I suspected she would do, she tried to bolt twice. Once she gave up on that she let out her pain by cussing and screaming as loud as she could. The entire experience was traumatizing for both her and I, but looking at Nathan made it all worth it.
My dad, Sue, Charlie, Seth, and everyone else had already came in to meet Nathan. Each one looking at him with amazement. My dad even cried when he held him, excited that he and Nathan shared the same birthday. Once everyone left, Leah fell asleep within seconds and I cradled my son in my arms and just stared at him, vowing to never let any harm come to him.
"Hey you," Leah said, her voice raspy most likely from all the shouting.
"Hey," I whispered, walking over to her bed and placing Nathan in her arms. I sat next to her and looked down at my wife and son.
"How long has he been asleep?" she asked.
"About fifteen minutes," I replied. I kissed her forehead. "You did great, Lee."
"Yeah," she scoffed. "I hope you enjoy this one, cause I am not going through that again. While we are here how about we schedule you a vasectomy." I laughed softly and gazed back down at Nathan.
"I can't believe he is here," I whispered, resting my chin on Leah's shoulder.
"Me neither," she said. "It's so surreal. He is perfect." Nathan woke up and began letting out little cries. Leah adjusted herself and him and proceeded to feed him.
"See you are a natural at this," I told her.
"This hurts," she complained. "To make it fair I think the man should do this part."
I chuckled and kissed her. "I can't wait to get him home," I whispered.
"Do you think we are ready for this whole parenting thing?" she asked.
"I guess we are going to find out," I said. I stroked her cheek. "We will be fine."