The little fussing sound from the bedside crate was enough for Andy to sit up faster than he’d ever moved in his life. The tiny, pink baby was thrashing his arms about, little whimpers emitting like squeaks from his little lungs. He took one look at April, who was fast asleep after a long, tiring labor.
Instead of waking her up, Andy carefully slid off the bed next to her and walked over to their son, who as of the moment, was still nameless. April deserved to rest for as long as she needed after how amazing she’d been.
Besides, they had plenty of time to think of a name.