Nick kept his eyes on the baby when Brad pulled the cradle next to the tub, the exhaustion and stress from the past few hours finally catching up to him. He fell into a deep, restful slumber, sleeping for nearly two days straight. His body slowly healed from the traumatic birth, waking when his body deemed it fit. He was still a little sore, but his tear was healed and the bruises from Brad holding him so tightly were gone.
Nick cracked his eyes open to the sight of Brad holding the baby, sitting next to the tub. Nick smiled, reaching out and running his hand over Marcus' light wisps of hair. "You and our boy is the best sight to wake up to. How's he been?" he asked. "Have you been using that helmet to fix the shape of his head?"
Nick cracked his eyes open to the sight of Brad holding the baby, sitting next to the tub. Nick smiled, reaching out and running his hand over Marcus' light wisps of hair. "You and our boy is the best sight to wake up to. How's he been?" he asked. "Have you been using that helmet to fix the shape of his head?"
✨don't look at my sin✨