she’d given birth to the bruiser on my chest. Eight pounds seven ounces. You can imagine what I put the poor doctor through in the delivery room. Each time she screamed, I threatened.
Now she was all back together like new and I found her even more amazing for all that. Regardless of what my family said or how they laughed at me, I did not think my wife was the first woman to give birth, but I know she’s my all time heroine for bringing my son into the world, not to mention the fact that she let me do that shit to her again.
There were no more shadows in her eyes, no more sadness, well hardly any anyway. There were some things I couldn’t give back to her, like her parents. But I share mine with her willingly and they’ve gone above and beyond to make my girl feel welcomed. She’s never been treated like anything less than a daughter and sister, and for that I am grateful.
“The others not back yet?” I smiled as I thought of my family down the mountain, making the little town rich. With the way mom shops for the holidays, I was sure they would make the next year’s overhead easy.
“Nope, now you see why I wouldn’t let you go with them?”
“Sure, you just don’t like me being out of your sight that’s all.”
She was right about that. In the past year I’d rearranged my whole life. In the first few months after we’d been married, I’d made it my mission to learn all there was to know about her, and one of the first things I learned was that she was afraid of abandonment.
That led to me moving my office home and restructuring my days so that we could spend as much time together as possible, until she felt safe.
It was nice having my family around, but I noticed that even with them there, she always sought me out. We were each other’s anchor and I went out of my way to make sure she knew it wasn’t all one-sided, that I needed her just as much as she needed me.
She wasn’t fussy about most things, so I was the one who kept on op of it and made sure she got everything her little heart desired. I’d used mom and my sisters to learn of any little thing she might want or need.
I’m sure there was a time there when she thought I was a mind reader, the way I always showed up with something she’d been wanting, or eyeing in a shop window.
We’d decided to make holidays at the chalet a family tradition. We’d also been back here this summer as well, just like old times.
Right now the others were out hunting down last minute gifts, most of which were for the little prince. As the first baby in the family he has been spoiled rotten.
We’d gone out yesterday and cut down a tree, which we all decorated last night with much revelry and fanfare, since it was Junior’s first Xmas and his aunts and uncles were recording every second for posterity. The kid had more pictures and hours of video than a supermodel.
Now the three of us were sitting here waiting for the madness to continue as soon as they trooped back through the door.
“Are you happy baby?” With the crooning sounds of Dean, Frank and Bing in the background, the flames in the fireplace dancing, and outside the window, the world looked like a Currier and Ives postcard, I knew I had it all. I just needed to know that she was there with me.
“You know I am, that and more; thank you.”
“No thank you baby.” I kissed her head then his and held my perfect gifts just a little bit closer.
***
THE END
Now she was all back together like new and I found her even more amazing for all that. Regardless of what my family said or how they laughed at me, I did not think my wife was the first woman to give birth, but I know she’s my all time heroine for bringing my son into the world, not to mention the fact that she let me do that shit to her again.
There were no more shadows in her eyes, no more sadness, well hardly any anyway. There were some things I couldn’t give back to her, like her parents. But I share mine with her willingly and they’ve gone above and beyond to make my girl feel welcomed. She’s never been treated like anything less than a daughter and sister, and for that I am grateful.
“The others not back yet?” I smiled as I thought of my family down the mountain, making the little town rich. With the way mom shops for the holidays, I was sure they would make the next year’s overhead easy.
“Nope, now you see why I wouldn’t let you go with them?”
“Sure, you just don’t like me being out of your sight that’s all.”
She was right about that. In the past year I’d rearranged my whole life. In the first few months after we’d been married, I’d made it my mission to learn all there was to know about her, and one of the first things I learned was that she was afraid of abandonment.
That led to me moving my office home and restructuring my days so that we could spend as much time together as possible, until she felt safe.
It was nice having my family around, but I noticed that even with them there, she always sought me out. We were each other’s anchor and I went out of my way to make sure she knew it wasn’t all one-sided, that I needed her just as much as she needed me.
She wasn’t fussy about most things, so I was the one who kept on op of it and made sure she got everything her little heart desired. I’d used mom and my sisters to learn of any little thing she might want or need.
I’m sure there was a time there when she thought I was a mind reader, the way I always showed up with something she’d been wanting, or eyeing in a shop window.
We’d decided to make holidays at the chalet a family tradition. We’d also been back here this summer as well, just like old times.
Right now the others were out hunting down last minute gifts, most of which were for the little prince. As the first baby in the family he has been spoiled rotten.
We’d gone out yesterday and cut down a tree, which we all decorated last night with much revelry and fanfare, since it was Junior’s first Xmas and his aunts and uncles were recording every second for posterity. The kid had more pictures and hours of video than a supermodel.
Now the three of us were sitting here waiting for the madness to continue as soon as they trooped back through the door.
“Are you happy baby?” With the crooning sounds of Dean, Frank and Bing in the background, the flames in the fireplace dancing, and outside the window, the world looked like a Currier and Ives postcard, I knew I had it all. I just needed to know that she was there with me.
“You know I am, that and more; thank you.”
“No thank you baby.” I kissed her head then his and held my perfect gifts just a little bit closer.
***
THE END
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