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She couldn’t help but chuckle as he admitted she was right, in his own way. But Irene didn’t say anything about it and simply nodded. In fact, the way he looked disheveled, still looked nice on him. At least in her opinion it did. Then again, she didn’t care what he was wearing. He was him. That was all that mattered. But there were things she did like to see him without…

Playing with Linus’ tiny fingers she hummed sweetly to him while Patrick got ready. She herself knew she needed to clean up, but the nurse had told her that she couldn’t get out of bed for another few hours just in case something were to happen. Plus what if her legs wouldn’t hold her now? It had taken a lot to get him out.

When Patrick spoke of his parents coming her eyes narrowed and she shot a glare in his direction. Growling slightly she shifted on the bed and laid Linus in his bed. The babe whined before curling into his blanket. “What do you mean your parents will be here within the hour?” She asked firmly, yet still showing her anger quite well. “We talked about this Patrick. I didn’t want them meeting him until we took him home. I didn’t even let MY parents come up here.” She pushed her blanket back and sat up more in the bed.

Patrick swallowed the lump in his throat as Irene showed just how angry she truly was. His eyes still located on the wall above her head as he spoke again. “They said they were going to come before I had time to tell them they couldn’t. What do you expect me to do? Tell them to not see him for another day?” He tried to make his case sound reasonable,but when his wife’s own family was waiting until the couple left the hospital it didn’t really stick.

“I’ll call your mother now,and tell her to come as well. They can meet them together,look.” He tried again as he reached for his pocket and went about dialing his mother-in-law’s number. He locked eyes with Irene then. “I didn’t mean to make you upset,they wouldn’t take no for an answer,you know that better then anyone. I’ll make it up to you afterwards,I promise.” His words were cut off as soon as Irene’s mother answered,and with quick procession he invited the other half of his family as well. But the answer wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for. Sighing softly for a moment,Patrick turned his gaze back to his wife. “Your mom said she’d be here first thing in the morning.” And with that he slipped his phone back into his pocket and waited for any other bit of anger to leave his wife as well.

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Irene did so, just as she watched him tuck Linus in, her eyes shut and the soft sound of her breathing indicated that she was asleep. Her body had revolted against her and claimed the rest it wanted, and needed, after the many hours of pushing and screaming

The only thing that awoke Irene was the wailing of the boy in the bassinet, her eyes flying open and her body instantly reacting to him. Reaching out she pulled him near, rocking him a bit just as the nurse entered. With a little bit of help, she figured out he was hungry and proceeded to let him nuzzle into her breast to feed. It felt so strange but the way he clung to her made her smile.

Irene and Linus sat for a while and he fed, the nurse soon leaving. Though the two both fell back asleep, Linus clinging to his mother’s chest beneath his blanket as they both made soft sounds of peace. When Irene did awake she looked down and saw two little beady eyes staring back at her and she laughed, just like Patrick. Where was he anyways? She didn’t know…but surely he would be back soon.

Patrick slept for a while. His body literally vibrating with exhaustion and the lack of sleep having finally caught up to him. Waking up with a start he jumped up from his seat and combed his hands through his messy hair. His eyes wide as he relaxed,finally realizing that he was still at the hospital. Groaning softly,the male picked up his phone from where it had fallen to the floor,and quickly checked the time. Good god,how long had he been asleep,it was already well into the evening.

Grasping his bag,Patrick strutted into Irene’s room and sighed happily when he noticed she was awake. His clothes were messy and his appearance altogether,looked quite unlike his usual self. “Hello,” he murmured softly before going to the corner that held their bags and placed his down as well. Finishing that,Patrick moved back to the bed and pressed a quick kiss to the other’s head. “I apologize for the disappearance act,my body decided that a nap was actually quite needed.” He didn’t want to tell her she was right,but he inferred it and hoped that his wife understood what he was saying.

“Allow me another five minutes to fix my appearance,and I shall return to fufil all your whims.” He added before turning to disappear in the restroom of Irene’s room. Coming out a solid six minutes later instead,looking a bit more refreshed and put together. He chose then to speak as he fixed his tie once again. “Mother and Father should be arriving within the hour to see you both.” He refused to meet his wife’s eyes,instead choosing to look over her head and at the wall. If she got upset then at least they were already where a nurse could tend to him. Especially if she decided to throw something.

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The blonde already knew that her son, the baby she was holding, was destined to take over his father’s company. And that partially terrified her. She didn’t want that life for him. To be as stressed and hard pressed as Patrick was. But she knew with enough help he would be just as gentle and kind, once he found the one for him.

Irene rolled her eyes at the comment about the way she slept. Though she knee it was true. She enjoyed her rest. Nodding she rocked the babe a moment longer, yawning herself as she looked up at Patrick. “You can put him in it…after you’re gone I’ll probably fall right asleep” she smiled innocently and shifted Linus a bit to get her arms under him and pass him to his father. “I don’t need anything else darling…just…can you move the bassinet over here so if he cries?” She asked innocently

Irene leaned back and adjusted her gown after passing Linus to Patrick. She was more tired than she had thought. And the pain killers were kicking in a bit more now as her eyes got heavy. “Don’t be too long….” She muttered, gently touching his hand before snuggling under the blanket.

The male listened as his wife began to doze off,his hand instantly going to take the sleeping bundle into his own arms allowing her fix her gown and get comfortably covered once more. “Of course,Irene. Sleep,I’ll handle everything else.” Patrick stated softly as he used one hand to help pull the hospital blankets up and onto Irene a bit more.

Swaying softly from one leg to the other,Patrick went about soothing his sleeping son back into the deep slumber the babe had once been in. All the movement having made Linus open an eye and glower so intently that you could tell he was Fischer from the single look. Once having sated his child,he gently placed the boy into the bassinet and moved it closer to Irene’s bed,making sure to cover the baby up with his blanket a bit more tightly before grabbing his computer bag and stepping outside their hospital room.

Patrick spent the next hour and a half on his phone and his laptop. Alternating between the two in the small chair outside his wife’s room. Just as he was on his last call,with his mother no less,you could hear Linus began a screech worthy of a thousand suns. One of the nurses standing to go and help Irene should she need it. The dark haired male spoke with his mother for another few minutes,reassuring her that his wife and son were fine and that her and his father could come and see them before dinner that night. What most didn’t know was that,though Patrick refused to admit it,he himself was a mama’s boy. And when she told him that she was so happy for him,the man couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride swell in him more so. Hanging up was easy,but if you asked anyone they’d tell you the same thing. One minute Patrick Fischer was awake and on the phone,the next he was snoring in a chair outside a room. His head leaning back and against the wall,and his body too exhausted to do anything but doze off effortlessly.

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Irene couldn’t have cared less about his money, or his family history; And maybe that was why they worked so well together. She didn’t want him for what he had, she wanted him for who he was (even when he was a cocky ass). This was also why she insisted that he not splurge on her, she didn’t need any of those material items to be happy. Yes, she enjoyed their lifestyle, but as long as they were together she probably could be living in a cardboard box and be just as content.

Gently stroking Linus’ cheek Irene hummed, rocking him a bit. Though the tiny little human squirmed against his mothers chest he didn’t cry, he did grumble a bit but who could blame him? He was fresh in this world…and what he knew was no more…and everything ahead of him was unknown.

She’d always loved it when Patrick smiled, and when she got a genuine one out of him it brightened her day. The image of him sitting there beside her made her giddy, they were a family now…and though she knew that he’d want more children, just one was enough for now. Irene wasn’t in any rush to have three screaming toddlers on her hands at the same time, especially not when Patrick would be away at work so often.

“Maybe…” she tilted her head and looked at her husband, a soft glow about her as she did so. “Sleep darling…he is…” she looked to the babe and rested her head back against the pillow. “You’ll need your strength.”

Patrick snickered softly as the baby grumbled,”Seems we have someone who doesn’t enjoy being disturbed as they slept. Sounds like you.” He teased back,before yawning once again and sitting up a bit. He needed to actually get up and begin calling around. His family. Irene’s. A few business friends and more importantly he needed to call his assistant to make sure she knew that he wouldn’t be in today and probably not for the rest of the week either. No matter what,Patrick Fischer wouldn’t be able to get away from work until he allowed his own son to take over for him.

“I’m not tired,you though,you should sleep just like Linus is.” He argued back,standing and stretching his arms above his head a moment. “I need to make a few calls,and let my mother know that she can come later on. I’m lucky I’ve kept her away thus long.That and Sofia and Tristan need to know a few key things to handle so I can spend this week helping us adjust.” Sofia and Tristan being his assistants. Placing his hand gently on Irene’s head,his thumb stroked the crown of it and he leaned down to give her a peck. “Is there anything I can get for you before I set up in the corner? Perhaps the bassinet,so you can put him inside of it once you know you’re going to fall asleep?”

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Patrick chuckled softly at the comment of ‘Fischer comfortable’. No one usually was,which made it easy to woo girls and boys into his arms with promises of treats and surprises. He kept his eyes on the other as he took his overcoat off and finally made the tea Patrick had asked for. A small smirk coming to his lips as he did so. “Yes,well, most people aren’t. Don’t worry though,you’ll get used to it soon enough.” He stated as he reached for his cup and sighed softly and took a drink of the steaming beverage. He didn’t thank the other for it,and had no plans to do so. When Caleb was served the win and quickly polished the first cup,Patrick knew he was truly attempting to get himself drunk. “I will allow you another cup after that one,but do pace yourself. Your drink will not up and run away should you take your time.” He added after another moment before finally taking a slow bite of his soup. He allowed the atmosphere to be quiet and calm as they both ate their first course. A salad being brought up mid way through and before their main course. Despite having a very vast pallete,Patrick didn’t enjoy salads so he left that untouched. “Tell me-” he started as he leaned back once again and attended back to his cup of tea. “-how many males have you kissed?”

His question came off as if he were just curious,but truly Patrick just wanted to find out if Caleb responded out of natural reaction or if he did it normally like that.

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Patrick was sure that with time Caleb would learn. Afterall,you couldn’t take a seed and expect to grow a flower that next day could you? And that’s exactly what his fiance was to him. A seed. One of which needed proper nutrients,or in this case,discipline, to grow into a promising spouse for him. He didn’t apologize for hitting the boy for the simple fact that he wasn’t sorry. Patrick Fischer was never truly sorry. When his intended agreed to try his best,Patrick could only nod and look content that he had done so. Perhaps there was a calm before each storm and a rainbow to follow through. “You can take off a few layers if you’d like,” the elder male stated after a few moments giving a nod to one of the maid’s who looked to him for guidance when Caleb had asked for wine. If the boy knew how to drink,then why not see how well he’d handle himself. While they were getting their drinks,Patrick sat back. His cup of water in his hand as he continued to study the other male before finally answering his question about dinner. “I’m not sure,I told them to surprise us since it was your first night. Knowing Eugene,the chef, he’s probably put together something spectacular.” He answered before pointing towards his cup of tea that lay untouched but still steamed. “Do me a favor will you? Will you set my cup of tea up? Two scoops of sugar and a single mint leaf.”

His words left the option up to Caleb whether he’d do it or not,but Patrick hoped he would,if at the very least, to appease him. To be taken care of,one had to give as much as they got. He waited for a few moments,bowls of soup being brought up first with the wine Caleb had requested. Patrick waved off his cup of whiskey in favor of the tea. “I also have something for you. After dinner of course.” He stated before picking up the proper spoon,pointedly showing it to Caleb, and taking his first bite.

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Patrick was a catch, and he knew it. That was part of the reason that Irene worried so much. Her self esteem was nowhere near his, though she did have her self respect. Never had she herself imagined straying from him. He was good to her, and she adored him. Why would she throw that away for meager thrills that she could get from him?

Laughing as he crossed his arms she brushed the babes hair gently, smirking at him. She didn’t give a smart remark, simply rolling her eyes. Irene knew that arguing with him was like arguing with a brick wall, unless she was right of course. But sometimes even when she was, she didn’t push his buttons too much. Besides, he let her have her way most of the time.

When they’d met it was like magic, at least to her it was. And now…though they fought and couldn’t agree on much, they were complete…it was as if a void had been filled between them.

As her husband looked at their child, Irene’s eyes darted between the two, happily comparing them in her head. Watching the curl bounce slightly she grinned, “Yours…he’s not going to look a thing like me…I just know it…” she mused softly, offhandedly, as she rocked him gently.

The only thing that Patrick thought that made him worthwhile to many people,was his money. And he used it quite a bit to get where he was now. His family had always had money,his grandfather’s grandfather a prominent business man which had fallen from the eldest son onto the next. Money which could buy everything,spare actual true feelings. Irene had honest feelings for Patrick and that alone was a reason that he cared for her so deeply in return.

As he watched his son rest against Irene,Patrick could only think about the future. The next child and if he or she would rest this peacefully. Or when he and Irene would have their first fight when Linus and his siblings could hear. Random things like this and that that floated through the man’s head as he continued to space off and just stroke the same curl repetitively. He heard what Irene said,barely,but still allowed another smile to grace his face. He was sure that by the end of the day he’d smiled here more then he’d smiled most of his life.

“I slightly hope he doesn’t. To be my split double would only cause much more trouble. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll have neither of our colors.” Patrick replied giving a soft shrug,before yawning and lying his head on the hospital bed beside Irene’s side. The position uncomfortable,but he didn’t want to take himself out of the situation for even a moment.

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Of course Irene knew he wasn’t as bad as he seemed at times, and quite often she realized that she overreacted to some of his more curt and dry comments. But it was her nature, though as she’d been with Patrick, the longer they were together the more she was desensitized to his dryness. However, the pregnancy hadn’t helped at all with that issue. And she’d hate to admit it, but she had feared a few times that since she was as big as a whale he wouldn’t like her anymore and that he’d find someone new. Once or twice she’d even suspected he was cheating on her, not that he gave her any reason to believe such notions. But she’d still had those slight doubts and worries.

“You’ll see. Once he’s big enough to know that mama is in charge he’ll take to me like a puppy on a biscuit.” she continued to tease him, “Just because he’s liked you best so far doesn’t mean anything. I’m the one who’s been feeding him after all.”

Furrowing her brow as he undid the front of her gown she pulled back slightly, not really wanting him to see her just yet, but that was simply her vanity. Irene liked it when she looked pretty for him, and she knew that in this moment she was anything but. Though she sighed and nodded as he spoke “Well you could have told me before grabbing for my gown.” she rolled her eyes a bit, taking the babe and feeling the soft little mound of warm flesh against her chest. Smiling she tucked the blanket around him, covering her chest with it as well as the babe nuzzled into her. With her arms wrapped around the child she smiled at Patrick, “We did good…” she hummed a sweet song softly as she rubbed Linus’ back gently.

Patrick had taken every and any chance available to him,to comment on Irene’s beauty throughout her pregnancy. His words were never lies and in all honesty,the only time he’d seen her even more beautiful was at their wedding. There had been arguments. A few of ‘just tell me who she is’ and the like,but he had made an oath the day he married Irene,and had been constant in his relationship to her and her alone. Though he’d been given the temptation many times,he’d never strayed and for an alley-cat like him. That’s saying something.

Patrick laughed softly,his arms crossing as he stood and continued to watch his family. “Mama’s in charge huh?” He asked with a raised eyebrow,as if tempting her to give some snarky comment back. Anyone who knew Patrick knew he was in charge of every situation and everything. Nothing moved without the head of the Fischer house saying so. But he’d allow her this. She was the one exception to his rule and while he was hot,she was cold. Fire and Ice.

He was pulled from his musings when Irene spoke again. His eyes softening as she held their son. It was then that Patrick knew he’d do anything for this little boy,and that thought alone would be terrifying. Perhaps that’s what being a parent was like. “We did indeed. We did indeed.” Stepping closer,Patrick finally took his seat once again and leaned against the side of the bed. His large hand reaching up to stroke the dark brown hair that lay on the baby’s head. It felt like silk and had a slight curl to it. Just like Patrick’s own. “I wonder who’s eyes he’ll have.” He muttered after another minute of just peaceful quiet.

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A smile marred her lips as he agreed with her choice, looking up at Patrick happily. Honestly, she’d been certain that he would have chosen a name for their child himself and insisted that that was his name. But she most likely wouldn’t have opposed the name, except for that one that his mother had chosen. Slowly she withdrew her hand and laid on it, watching the two once again. It honestly made her feel light as air, watching the two bonding.

“We’ll see about that Patrick, he’ll be a mama’s boy all the way” she mused with a teasing grin as the male moved their child in his arms. “It’s okay…I don’t want to interrupt boy time.” she chuckled, wincing a bit as she shifted on the bed, still sore from everything. Pushing the button her bed sat up slightly and she rubbed her now empty belly, looking at the two beside her. “Of course I want to hold him…” Irene reached out, waiting for Patrick to hand her their little Linus.

Despite popular belief,Patrick wasn’t that much of a jerk. Like,don’t get me wrong,he was an asshole. But at certain times,and at certain places his remarks and feelings were that of a pure being. And as he held his son for the first time,the baby’s name spilling from his lips with such a right feeling to them,he couldn’t help but have another one of those feelings.

Besides,he still had two other children to get through with his wife. And one of them would be named after him even if he had to do it while Irene slept directly after birth.

At the comment of Linus possibly being a Mama’s boy,Patrick scoffed audibly. “He would never. He’s been my biggest fan since I first put him in your stomach. I’m sorry Darling,but perhaps next time?” He gave her a cocky grin then,standing slowly and cautiously as his son fidgeted once again. Babies weren’t all that easy to hold if you thought about it. Using one hand to keep his child in place,Patrick used the other to open his wife’s gown in the front. The hospital’s thought of incorporating this,helping greatly. “I read about this in a book,” he murmured as if to relax Irene from thinking he just wanted a quick feel. “It’s called kangaroo care,or something of the sort.” Freeing some of the room on her chest then,keeping it as bare as possible,the male went about lifting the fussing babe from his arm and unwrapping him from the thick baby blanket that Patrick’s mother had gotten made from him. Once unwrapped,Patrick laid his son on his mother’s chest,the baby fussing a bit louder at having been moved,but quieting as he heard his mother’s heartbeat. “It’s said to be the most relaxing for them.” He ended as he draped the blanket over his son’s back and stepped back with a small,sincere smile to look at the scene the two made.

“I think I could handle four of you…” Irene grinned, standing on her toes and kissing his lips sweetly. Irene still blushed when he looked at her that way, her eyes fluttering slightly as she licked her lips. Watching him pull from her she let him take her hand and followed him into the bedroom. “I’m sorry…” she muttered, feeling another pang of guilt for him having rushed home as such for her. Slowly she pulled his hand from hers, reaching up and letting her hair down before moving to the dresser and putting on a gown, laying her robe across the back of the rocking chair. Padding over to the bed she slowly laid down on her side, looking at him, resting her cheek on the back of her hand with her other beneath the pillow. “We can watch a movie…or not…you’re tired…and probably have to leave early…so maybe we should just sleep.” Irene wanted to spend as much time as possible with him before he left for work again, leaving her alone.

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“You can barely handle one of me.” Patrick snorted out,freezing for just a moment as if to correct his behavior. Before climbing into bed,the man walked to his dressers and slid into a pair of silk boxers. The fabric clinging to his body and sliding against his skin in such a lovely way that Patrick couldn’t help but indulge in this small thing. “Don’t be,” he replied with a shrug before finally looking up at Irene. He still had his small smile on his face,hoping it reassured his wife in some way. “I didn’t have to come home,but I chose to. Every cause has a effect and all.” Shrugging again,Patrick quickly ducked back into the bathroom to pull a comb through his loose curls and nodded to himself in the mirror before coming back out to join in getting some pre-sleep cuddling. Sliding into the bed,Patrick reached beside him to turn his bedside lamp off. Once that was accomplished,he turned and slid closer to Irene. “Turn,lay with me and we’ll both get comfortable.” He stated,gesturing for her to turn over so they could spoon for a bit. His body molding to the girl’s back and his arms winding around her waist. The room was quiet for then next few minutes,Patrick’s deep breathing being heard quite loudly thanks to it. “Do you not wish for me to go back to work tomorrow? I had plans to take leave when you had the baby,but if you need me closer for the day or so I’m sure we could spare it.” He mumbled,exhaustion lacing his words slightly and making him mumble even more than usual.

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Patrick hummed deep in his chest as Cora began to place her lips and suck on key points for him. His own tongues sweeping out to caress the girl’s bottom lip as she worked the blueberry chapstick from his mouth. When she moved down to his neck,Patrick groaned softly and slid his hand further up the girl’s thigh, his hand grasping it snugly. “Yes. So much better.” When she was done,Patrick sat up a bit straighter before grasping Cora’s chin with two fingers and bringing her back to his lips,stocking just a hair before them. “Kiss Daddy like you just did,Cora. But this time I want your tongue to play with mine. I promise it’ll be fun. Just think of it like a game of tag,even.” He murmured with a soft peck to the girl’s lips ,waiting for her to take the plunge.

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Irene loved the fact that he looked like his father. It made her happy to know that their child would inherit his good looks…though she did dread the time when he would become a teenager and would probably be very much a ladies man. Smiling sweetly at him as he thanked her she blushed a bit, “I want him to look like you…” she mused, choosing not to acknowledge the comment. She felt the same as he.

Grinning a bit she touched the tiny fingers and yawned softly, watching her beloved husband with their child. Though her eyes narrowed at his comment, “We are not naming our son that.” Irene knew he was kidding but still. What kind of a life would a child of that name have?. Looking at the two of them she thought a little while, watching in silence before she spoke in a gentle tone “Linus Eli…” she whispered, glancing up at him and pressing her lips together

Patrick knew she would say that she hoped their son would look like him,but Patrick decided against the petty argument today. Today was a day for awe. He was content,and to actually feel that way was still so knew to the twenty-four year old. Patrick scooted a bit closer to Irene,as he saw her hands reach and trail against their son’s fingers. Linus’ fingers.. “Linus Eli Fischer. A stunning name for an equally stunning child.” He responded with a soft laugh as he moved the baby a bit so he could see the child’s face again. The baby’s forehead wrinkling with anger from being jostled so.

“What say you,Linus?” Patrick asked as he leaned forward and touched his son’s nose with his own. The baby relaxing instantly and giving a small little twitch of his lips. The elder male couldn’t help but smile wider at that and turned back to Irene with a grin of his own. “I say that our son,agrees with that name over my choice quite well.” He sent a wink to the woman then,”But don’t get used to it. A Daddy’s boy is what I’ll make him,without a doubt.” He brought Linus to the corner of his arms with ease,the practice he’d had holding him for the past hour,helping immensely. “Would you like to hold him now? I’m more than certain he’d like to meet his mother.”

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Patrick yawned as he leaned back in the hospital chair. His hands full of a newborn. The baby’s hair a deep brown and their face red from the exhaustion of being born. Such a task deserved some sleep,and the male was happy to have such a quiet baby already. Though it would be best not count your chickens before they hatch. Lying the infant on his chest,he trailed his large hands over the baby’s back rhythmically,a soothing motion for anyone. Patrick’s eyes stared at the infant and the infant only,before finally glancing at his lover in the bed beside them. His blue eyes widening with surprise at seeing the other awake. “How long have you been up?”

Irene watched as Patrick cradled their newborn, smiling softly to herself. It was nice…seeing him hold the little bundle of joy. Oh how the babe was red…Irene couldn’t have looked better though. Her hair was a mess, the robe she was wearing was mostly clean thankfully. She actually hadn’t much slept at all…being in labor for 12 hours had indeed worn her out, but yet sleep evaded her. Her eyes met his at his question, shaking her head before reaching up to push stray blonde hairs back “I don’t know…a while…” Irene glanced over and reached out, stroking their little boy’s back gently with her fingertip. “He looks just like you…”

Patrick’s eyes moved from Irene’s before glancing back down at his son. Her comment about the baby looking like him,making the male extremely giddy for some reason. “He had better. All Fischer first borns look like their respective father. He’ll grow out of it as he grows though,hopefully. God knows why anyone would want to look like me.” He chuckled out softly,his hand reaching to brush against Irene’s for a moment. His blue eyes soft as he gazed back into her brown ones. “..Thank you for this..for him.” He stated so softly that you could probably not hear him at all. The babe that lay on his arm,fidgeting just enough so that a free arm could escape.

“You still have to decide on his name,though.” He stated after a few quiet minutes between the new family of three. “If I had it my way,I’d agree with Mother and name him Ignatius Normand-Lee Fischer.” You could tell by the tone of his words that he was teasing immensely. He’d have suggested Cyrus once again,but the babe looked nothing like a Cyrus. He looked like a different name entirely,but Patrick couldn’t entirely figure what.

“If you say so” she chuckled, not believing shed ever get used to this lifestyle. And even if he wanted it to be so, she didn’t want their kids to be spoiled brats. Irene tried her hardest to keep him from behaving that way as well, but he was grown and set in his ways. Not that she minded it all that much. Irene hummed, holding her arms out as he helped her into her robe and she smiled. Tying it shut she tugged the towrl loose and took it off, the soft robe against her skin now. Glancing over at him she turned to face him with a raised brow “Well knowing my luck, IF we have three boys then they’ll all be just like their father. A pain in the ass.” She smiled teasingly, sliding her arms around his middle. Irene had always wanted a big family and Patrick seemed to want that as well…besides, there was nobody she could think of that shed rather have a family with, grow old with. Just the idea made her grin as she looked up at him. “Come on…you’ve got to be tired…”

Patrick kissed Irene’s crown as she wound herself around his body. Her pregnant belly separating the couple a bit,but not by much. “That would just give you four pains in the asses then would it?” He teased out with a wink as he moved his hands to help push Irene’s long tresses from her face. At the comment of being tired,Patrick could only nod and slowly distangle himself from his wife. His hand never leaving the other’s while he tugged them back to their bedroom. Letting go only so he could dry off his wet hair quickly so it didn’t tangle in his sleep. “Positively exhausted is more like it. I sat behind the most disgusting man on the plane,and I plan to never deal with that again.” He murmured before finally going about getting into bed. His eyes looking up to watch as Irene did the same. “Movie tonight or straight to sleep?” He asked while he folded the blankets back like he liked them,despite the fact that he’d probably mess it all up come morning. He wouldn’t admit it,but Patrick was a horrible mover in his sleep.

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