I said this story was complete, however I can't control what comes to my mind. In addition, I did get some reviews and PMs asking for a bit 'more' to this story, so here ya go. We're doing a bit of a time jump. Ana is recently home from the hospital after giving birth to her son. This was written at a furious pace so please forgive my errors.

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Rosie :D

Beautiful Boy


"The baby's awake...again. Christian, I just fed him about a half hour ago, I'm so tired, will you please..."

"Say no more, I'll take care of him. Get some rest."

I quickly jump out of bed, put a t-shirt on and give Ana a quick peck on the cheek. She's already fallen back to sleep. My poor Ana, she's exhausted.

Little Man wakes up every two hours to get the nourishment that only Ana's beautiful and swollen breasts can provide. It was Ana's choice to breast-feed and while I would never tell her what to do, I am grateful she decided to breast-feed our son. He deserves only the best and as much as I claim Ana as being mine, I obviously would not and could not tell her what to do. It is her body that is being put through the wringer as she recovers from the emergency C-section that Doctor Jordan had to perform since Little Man was in distress and having trouble breathing. Compile that with the agony and discomfort, not to mention the many sleepless nights of nursing round the clock, I'm surprised Ana has the strength to function.

My heart aches as I think about the pain she goes through every time she feeds our precious baby boy. The lactation consultant did say the pain and discomfort of nursing Little Man would subside within the next few days, but it doesn't take away the memory of when he first latched on to her breast.

Of course, that was only a few days ago when we were still in the hospital...

I recall being overwhelmed by the fact that a delicate miracle was happening right before my eyes. Ana's body was nourishing our son. It was a moment that was crystallized in my mind. I was so touched that I was completely unaware I had tears rolling down my face. I felt in that moment, as though I was in a bubble of some sort, or in a cocoon like state. You could literally feel the love and emotion being generated between the three of us. Husband, wife and child. Father, mother and son. It moved me, deep down in my soul.

"Christian?" Ana sniffled. "What's wrong? Are you ok?" Ana managed to whimper as Little Man continued to suckle.

It was only then, that I noticed the tears rolling down Ana's cheek. It looked as though my Ana was in pain.

"Ana, baby. I'm fine. How are you, my Firecracker?"

"It hurts Christian, I didn't think it would hurt, again. I've already done this."

The tears continued to fall and land on to Little Man's face as he voraciously suckled on Ana's breast. It didn't phase him one bit, he kept right on feeding.

Lucky boy.

I remember for just a brief moment, feeling jealous of my very own son!

Ana thought since she had breast-fed little Kristen, her breasts would become accustomed to the sensation of nursing. She thought wrong.

I'm brought back to the here and now as I quietly walk across the hall to Little Man's bedroom. He's fussing and he's managed to free himself from the burrito wrap that was encasing him.

He begins to stretch out as I gently lift him up into my arms. I press him against my chest and feel his heartbeat against mine. I slowly inhale his baby scent and smile. Aside from Ana and Kristen, his scent is what calms and soothes me. I never knew being a father to a new-born could make me feel so happy and frightened at the same time. I want to do everything in my power to protect my children, to make them safe and to ensure their happiness, always.

I frown slightly as I think about the valuable time I lost with my baby girl Kristen. I walk to her bedroom and see that she's sleeping soundly. I lower myself as I cradle Little Man and kiss her on her cheek. She rolls over, opens her beautiful blue eyes and mumbles, "Daddy, is my brudder ok?"

"Yes, baby girl, he's fine. He just misses his big sister and wanted to give you a kiss."

"Well then, why did you kiss me and not my baby brudder?"

She's so sharp, even when she's half asleep. I already know Kristen is going to be a challenge. God help me.

"I kissed you because I love you, so very much and I missed you too." More than you'll ever know...

She sits up quickly and says, "Can I kiss you too, daddy?"

My heart melts every time I hear her say, 'daddy.'

"Of course baby girl."

I lower myself towards her and she grabs my neck kissing me on the cheek and kissing Little Man on the head.

"I love you daddy, I love you too, little brudder, even though you wake me up sometimes."

"Go back to sleep now, Kristen."

"Ok daddy. I love you, gnite."

"Good night, baby girl. Daddy loves you, too."

She lays down quickly and falls asleep before her head hits the pillow. Like mother, like daughter.

I walk back to the nursery and cradle Little Man as I gently sit on the rocker. He doesn't like being held when we sit. He prefers that we stand and walk around, bouncing slightly to appease him.

Poor Ana, it's no wonder she's exhausted. I know she won't like the idea of having a nanny but this is too much for her. She really needs to rest. I'm grateful that Gail is here, she makes sure Ana eats well but she's still not getting enough rest. She insists on doing everything. Maybe I'll start working from my home office so I can be here to spend more time with my family. That's what I'll do. These moments are precious and I don't want to lose them. Yes, this is much better than hiring a nanny!

I'm called from my thoughts as Little Man begins to fuss.

"There, there...now that's enough. I know you're not hungry. You can't fool me. Let's be honest, son. You're really enjoying suckling on those things aren't you? Well, we need to get one thing straight Little Man, I am renting those prized possessions out to you. For nourishment sake only, they are mine, they belong to me."

Teddy's lip begins to quiver as tears fill his eyes.

"Now don't start crying on me, I am letting you keep them for now, just remember, they are mine."

Teddy starts to squirm as his arms flail about, he then begins to wail uncontrollably.

"Whoa, easy there, Little Man, I didn't mean to upset you. I am, after all sharing my Ana with you and I'll have you know, that's not an easy task for someone like me. I happen to be a very possessive man."

Teddy looks me straight in the eye, lifts his left brow and I swear he gives me a scrutinizing look.

"Truth be told, the only reason I'm sharing my Ana with you, is because she's your mommy. You're a very lucky boy. I believe we need to set up some ground rules. It's a pity you can't read or write. This negotiation would be much easier if I could just get you to sign a contract. That will come later, I suppose."

Teddy then begins to scream and I jump up from the rocker.

"Ok, ok. No contracts."

He sighs and presses his head against my chest, nuzzling me, finding comfort in my touch.

"You are definitely your mother's son." I say as I walk around the room bouncing him slightly as I rub his back.

I inhale deeply, taking in his baby scent. Again, these feelings, these magical little moments remind me of how lucky I am to have a loving wife and two beautiful children.

I eventually get Little Man to go back to sleep, but before I manage to find my own peaceful slumber with my arms wrapped around the beautiful woman who I love, more than life itself, I hear my son begin to fuss. I quickly and quietly make my way back to his room in order to prevent him from waking my sleeping beauty.

"Up again, eh?" I ask, as I smile at my son.

Little Man begins to fuss and I quickly lift him up in my arms.

"What am I going to do with you, my beautiful boy?"

He opens his eyes and I think I see a smile.

"He's got gas big brother, he's only one day old. He can't smile yet."

I can still hear Mia's high-pitched voice speaking to me as I think back to the first time I attempted to change his diaper in the hospital. My family looked on in amazement, not having seen me change a diaper until that moment. It came so naturally to me, I even shocked myself.

"She's wrong, beautiful boy. You can smile."

And with those words his smile disappears as he rips one, a rather loud and smelly one at that.

"Holy shit, son. You broke wind, that's up there with Uncle Elliot."

He begins to cry and I quickly say, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. It was just man talk. You know, a father-son type joke. This is all new to me son, I guess I'll have to figure it out as we go along."

He continues to cry as I walk around the room bouncing him but he's not mollified. Great. Now what do I do? What can I do to make him stop? A memory comes crashing down. It hits me so hard, I almost lose my balance. I smile and say, "Ok, beautiful boy. Let's see if this works."

I gently hum as I try desperately to remember the words. I can hear her soft, lilting voice caressing me, making me feel safe, if only for that moment. I can hear my birth mother singing that song that always brought me peace and put me to sleep...

Close your eyes

Have no fear

The monster's gone

He's on the run and your daddy's here

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Before you go to sleep

Say a little prayer

Every day in every way

It's getting better and better

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Out on the ocean sailing away

I can hardly wait to see you come of age

But I guess, we'll both just have to be patient

'Cause it's a long way to go, a hard row to hoe

Yes, it's a long way to go but in the meantime

Before you cross the street

Take my hand

Life is what happens to you

While you're busy making other plans

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Before you go to sleep

Say a little prayer

Every day in every way

It's getting better and better

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Darling, darling, darling

Darling Ted

Good night Teddy Bear

See you in the morning


I tip toe quietly to the nursery and what I see, brings tears to my eyes. It's Christian, my husband, my love, the father of my children, singing 'Beautiful Boy' to our son. I'm reminded time and time again, of how much I love this man.

He cradles our son as he sings to him, Teddy's enthralled by the sound of his daddy's voice and I suddenly have an overwhelming need for Christian to know how much I love and appreciate him. He's been so wonderful, patient and kind but I know he misses me. I feel his rigid length poking at me in the back, when he's sound asleep. He doesn't want me to know how much he misses our lovemaking. I do appreciate that, especially because I've been in a zombie like state these past few days but I really want to pleasure him. Watching Christian in daddy mode is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.

Christian delicately places Teddy in his crib, lowering his head, he gives him a kiss and looks lovingly at his son with wonder. He must sense my presence as he quickly turns to see me gazing upon him. He smiles and puts his finger to his soft kissable lips.

He walks towards me and whispers, "Ana, what are you doing? You should be sleeping."

"I was, but something woke me and then I heard you singing to our son." I whisper and kiss him with unexpected fervor.

"Oh baby, please don't do that. It's late and you really need your rest."

"There's plenty of time for that later. Right now, I want to pleasure my man." I say as I take his hand and lead him back to our bedroom.

"Ana, you can't. You just had surgery and Doctor Jordan was adamant about..."

I turn quickly and put my finger to his lips.

"Doctor Jordan did not perform surgery on my lips, Christian."

My husband smiles that slow, sexy smile. He purses his lips, kisses my finger and slowly takes it in his mouth and begins to suck hard, then bites down.

Oh my! I was not expecting that needy feeling down there! Then again, Teddy was a C-section and there's nothing wrong with my kitty.

Stop it Ana! You still can't do that!

I chastise myself for my thoughts and get back to the task at hand.

"Ana, are you sure you want to do this?" Christian practically moans with raw urgency.

"Oh, yes." I reply as I gently push him back on our bed.

"Oh God, I've missed you Ana. I've missed your..."

"Shhh." I whisper as I pull his pajama bottoms down exposing his firm rigid length. "You just sit back and let me show you how much I've missed you, I want you to explode with love and ecstasy."

"Indeed, Firecracker, indeed."