Obviously. His skin is blue.
"But so far so good." She wiped off the entire wand, which was covered in jelly, and put it away. "I say we let him be born, just let it continue."
"All right," Alexander said. "Doryu, Roan, let's get out of the way unless we're needed."
The three doctors crowded close to the incubator, but there was one side unmanned. I walked close to the little guy's head. He still didn't have a name. We hadn't really talked about it.
"Hey, little one," I said softly. "You're going to be just fine."
The baby turned his head slightly and his eyes opened. Through his sac and the jelly, he looked at me. My breath caught in my throat. His eyes were huge and dark, but there was an intelligence there. I wasn't sure what I expected, but it wasn't that.
He looked at me for a long moment and then his eyes closed again, and he went back to sleep.
A tear rolled down my cheek and I turned away. Alexander put his arm around me and squeezed.
"He's going to be all right," he said. "I promise."
He couldn't promise that. "What about his name?" I asked.
"I was thinking...maybe we could name him after my father," Alexander said.
"Your father?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah," Alexander said. "He was a good man, and I think he would have liked this little guy."
I nodded, understanding. "I think that's a beautiful idea. What was his name?"
"Alexander," he said simply.
Everyone in the room burst out laughing. "Of course, he was." I looked at Roan. "You had to have known that."
Roan chuckled. "Of course, I did, but I saw where he was going with it."
Doryu said, "I think Alexander is a fine name. Our Junta leader here has made my people welcome in this world and is doing his best to stop the people on the council who would bring the rest of us down. I'm happy to call you friend."
"Alexander what, then?" I asked. "I'm not naming him Alexander Roan Doryu. That's too much name for a little guy."
"Alexander Jensen," Alexander said. "For my father and you."
They wanted to name this miracle baby after me, and I still wasn't sure I wanted to foster him, much less be his mother.
But he had to have a name, and despite it being close to mine I really did like this name. "Okay," I whispered. "Hello, Alexander Jensen."
"Hello, Alexander Jensen," everyone said in unison.
He squirmed again and his face scrunched up. Dr. Saunders smiled. "He knows his name already."
"I think he does," I said, wiping away another tear.
This was a beautiful moment, and I was glad I could be here for it, but I was also scared. This little guy was going to change my life, whether he was with me for a day or forever, and I had no idea what that was going to entail.
I watched him for a few more minutes and thought about what my life would be like with a baby at home. A baby and three daddies. I had been so scared of being hurt, but I had to put that aside. I couldn't control everything that happened. I had to just accept it.
I wasn't sure if I could do anything to help, but as the jelly melted away and the sac was exposed, Dr. Saunder's voice was the only thing I heard. I couldn't tear my eyes away from what she was doing, and I didn't want to.
I'm not sure how long we were there, but I was certainly shocked when she said, "Okay, it's time to deliver the baby."
"Time?" I whispered. "I thought it would be hours."
