Disclaimer: I don't own Sex In The City
It is nine o'clock at night and I have just woken up. Giving birth is a lot of work. That is why they call it labor. Seeing him made all the pain of my delivery worth it. I'd given birth before but I was 13 and I gave her up for adoption because I knew that would be best for her. My parents would have been willing to help with Victoria but I didn't want her to have a 13 year old for a mother. Now, looking at my baby boy I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry in sheer happiness. He was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was ashamed of myself thinking back to my reaction when I found out I was pregnant with him. I nearly had an abortion. I almost killed the most perfect part of me and not even thought twice about it. I don't know what stopped me. I like to believe it was the heavenly father but at that time it seemed more like Charlotte was the reason for my stopping. I will be honest and say up until I saw him I didn't feel the love I felt now. I was actually considering asking Charlotte if she wanted to take the baby because I didn't think I would be a good mother but there is no way in **** that I could give him up now. I love him. He is the best part of me. He is my world and my heaven. I am so glad I never mentioned the idea to Charlotte.
"Well," Steve said, "Looks like mommy is up."
"Can I," I whispered.
He gently placed my baby in my arms. He stroked my hair as I nursed my child. I knew that I did right. I knew everything was perfect.