"Quite a mouthful but we wanted him to have both grandfathers' names. And something starting with 'D'."
He rubbed a hand over the David's tight curls.
"I'm also Derek."
"We know. Ready?"
He nodded solemnly and walking as if he was carrying priceless glassware, he joined the others as they made their way into the room.
"There's my three favorite men in the entire world."
Melanie was propped up on pillows, a drowsy, yet completely contented look on her face. She had been through eight hours of labor, during which she had pushed out an eight pound three ounces squalling baby and still felt as if she would go another round.
"He's tiny."
David murmured as he walked towards the bed. His eyes searched her face for any signs of illness.
"Mom you look tired."
"Not something a woman likes to hear. Gimme."
Lifting her hands, she wriggled her fingers and drew them both towards her. Kissing David on the lips, she took the baby carefully.
"It's feeding time."
Looking up at her husband, she offered a beautiful smile.
"How's daddy doing?"
"Completely impressed by my wife."
He sat at her hip and kissed her lips gently.
"I ordered two dozen roses for you and mother. She has my utmost respect, you both do."
"Good."
She cradled her newborn son.
"It's amazing how much he looks like you."
She shot him an accusing glance as if he had something to do with it.
"He might change."
He grinned when she lifted her brow.
"What can I say darling? The Lancashire genes are very powerful."
Tucking a strand of braid behind her ear, he wrapped his arm around her and gazed down at his son. David hopped on the bed at her other side, her two men flanking her.
"The others want to come in."
"David will you go and get them? I have a feeling the nurses are going to come in any minute now and demand that I get some sleep."
"As they should."
Her husband concurred.
