Rami Malek, Lucy Boynton and Jasmine Malek attend the Saint Laurent Pre-Golden Globes Party Hosted By Anthony Vaccarello And Rami Malek on January 04, 2020 in Los Angeles, California. (Photos by Donato Sardella/Getty Images for Saint Laurent)
A/N: I just wrote a little things based on a cute idea I had. This was from my old blog, mind you.
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-You were over a week past your due date, and you and your husband Rami had tried literally everything you could to naturally induce labor. You tried long walks, eating super spicy food, chugging castor oil, and even having sex, but nothing seemed to work.
-Your OB-GYN finally decided that it was time to medically induce labor, for the safety of you and the baby.
-You and Rami were actually relieved to hear that, as the two of you were growing impatient, not to mention the fact that you were practically carrying around a watermelon in your tummy, which made the last couple weeks of your pregnancy extra stressful each passing day there were no signs of the baby wanting to make an exit.
-The morning after your final checkup, you both excitedly arrived at the hospital, ready to hopefully meet your baby before the day was over.
-In addition to Rami being with you in the delivery room, you also asked that his sister Jasmine be there as well. You two were always very close ever since you met, and her experience as an ER doctor would help you stay relatively calm throughout the process.
-Plus, Rami really wanted to catch the baby when it came out of you. You needed someone to hold your hand while he did that.
-Once labor was induced, the doctors tipped you off that the baby was probably going to be a bit bigger than average, but you still wanted to do a completely natural birth as you originally planned. Rami was ready to pull his hair out at this news, while Jasmine tried really hard to contain her laughter at the thought of her skinny little brother having a big chubby baby.
-After each contraction, you started to regret your decision more and more to do this naturally, and kept cursing Rami for putting you through all of this. He still let you squeeze the life out of his hand and kissed your sweaty forehead while whispering words of comfort each time you needed to push.
-When it finally came time for Rami to “catch” your baby, Jasmine took over as your primary emotional support, but you noticed that your husband kept smiling back at you and gave you looks of reassurance with his kind eyes.
-At long last, after almost a full day of labor, you felt the baby slip out of you and into Rami’s eager hands, and in your exhausted state, you saw him look completely stunned as he muttered, “Holy shit, he’s ginormous” in utter disbelief.
-Upon hearing him use a specific pronoun (you two wanted to wait until the baby was born to know the gender), your ears perked up and you barely murmured the words, “It’s a boy?” Rami nodded whilst smiling ear to ear with tears flooding his eyes, and carefully placed your new son onto your chest.
-You couldn’t help the sobs that escaped you as your baby boy was squirming and whimpering in your arms. Jasmine leaned in to have a look at her nephew and gasped in awe, “He’s so fluffy!” which caused you and Rami to laugh in response.
-“Hey there, Freddie. We’ve been waiting for you. You’re not as little as we thought you would be, but that just means there’s more to love.” You whispered in the baby’s ear as he started to calm down, recognizing your heartbeat and gripping onto Rami’s index finger.
-A bit later, when the nurses took not so little Freddie to clean him off and check his vitals, you realized how much pain you were in from delivering a huge baby. Your body was telling you to rest, but you were way too excited and had to force yourself to stay awake.
-When the nurses brought him back and told both of you that he weighed ten pounds and eight ounces, Rami nearly had a heart attack and you felt like fainting.
-Everyone in your group of family and friends found it hilarious, especially since they were all expecting a tiny baby coming from Rami, but were surprised when that little noodle boy produced a colossus of a child.
-Farrokh Said Malek, nicknamed Freddie after who else but the man that brought his parents together, was almost an exact carbon copy of his proud papa, with locks of dark curly hair and wide, expressive blue eyes. They probably weighed around the same, too.
-Sami couldn’t stop cracking jokes about his fluffy nephew, mostly at his brother’s expense. Joe also joined in on the fun, calling your baby names like “Fat boy,” “Chubster,” and even “Michelin Man,” to which Rami would often scoff and reply with “That’s not fat! That’s pure muscle!”
-Literally, everyone wanted to pinch Freddie’s chubby little chipmunk cheeks whenever they could, which would sometimes irritate him after a while and the poor thing would start to fuss once he had enough.
-And boy could that little guy eat! You and Rami were both dumbfounded and impressed at how often your son would get hungry and how long you had to nurse him for before he was at least somewhat satisfied.
-You weren’t able to use any of the newborn-sized baby clothes that you bought for him before his arrival because he was already too big for them. You almost donated them before Rami stopped you, saying “You never know when we’ll need them again” with a playful wink and sticking out his tongue.
-Rami made sure to fully pamper you while you were recovering from the delivery (as if he wasn’t already going to do that). From massages, to baths, to cooking you breakfast in bed, whatever you wanted, he did it for you without thinking twice.
-He would also constantly praise you for how amazing and strong you are for bringing forth your dumpling, as Rami affectionately called Freddie, let alone growing and giving life to another person. He made you feel like a goddamn goddess.
-Weeks went by and, as little Freddie seemed to grow exponentially, you started to worry that he might be considered overweight. Your pediatrician was quick to extinguish those fears, saying that he’ll probably grow up to be a string bean like his dad, which gave you a bit of relief, but still you found it to be rather inconceivable.
-Of course, this wouldn’t stop either you, Rami, or anyone else from playing with Freddie’s adorable rolls and enjoying his chubbiness, while it lasted at least. You and Rami couldn’t have been happier about your chubby baby if you tried.
