“It’s a boy!” the doctor screeched victoriously, catching the small infant in her hands as Nick’s wife gave it her all. Nick could tell that his wife was squeezing his hand, but he didn’t feel it entirely. His hand was numb—he was numb. He was still in shock as his eyes locked on the baby the nurses ushered to the changing table. His wife is a blubbering mess as she awaits the point where she can hold her first born child and Nick just stands there, watching. He’s really a father? The nurse bounced happily with the swaddled infant, a light blue cap on his head along with two blue gloves, and she handed the small human into the arms of whom he called his mother. His mother wailed quietly, wiping her falling tears hurriedly as the world left them alone. It was just her, Nick, and the baby—his family. “He’s stunning,” she gushed, drawing a heart over his closed eye, “Nick?” she questioned after Nick hadn’t made a sound, word, maybe even a breath. “Yeah?” he whispered softly, debating whether or not to touch the little baby. “Do you want to hold your son?” she questioned softly. Nick nodded, an action he didn’t know he had done, and soon enough he gently cradled the baby, his son, in his basket he had formed with his hands. He felt faint, so upon sitting down he climbed into the hospital bed right next to his wife, gaping in awe at the creation they teamed up to make. “Should there be a Nicholas the second?” His wife asked. Nick shrugged, “I just can’t believe this right now.” he whispered, his breath being taken away once again by the little boy’s right hand.