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His lover was exhausted. Pushing out a living being would exhaust anyone. Currently his lovely mate, the great Jedi General Plo Koon, was lying dazed and tired but happy on the large hospital bed. The room was specially designed for the Kel Dor Jedi, so his mask and goggles were lying on a table acrossed the room near their baby's cradle.
Speaking of their child, the young babe was resting in his arms, awake but slowly losing the battle with sleep. The babe fussed as he cooed at the little boy. His son took after his mother but the child's eyes were distinctly his bright gold.
He glanced over to his lover and smiled. Plo met his eye and raised a shakey hand. He moved to Plo's side and gingerly sat on the edge of the bed. There had been minor complications, but nothing extremely life threatening, but he still needed medication to control the issue as well as the pain. Plo was dazed and quite sleepy but he still reached out to hold their child and that warmed Wolffe's heart.
He gently placed the young babe in his husbands arms. He adjusted the baby till he lay comfortably lay tucked to his mother's chest. Quickly the boy whimpered and started to cry from hunger. Wolffe panicked and tried to calm the boy while looking for a bottle or something similar. Plo nudged him as he tried to push down his top, failing, he silently asked Wolffe to help. Wolffe gently pulled the hospital gown down and watched as Plo cradled their son to his chest.
It took the boy a minute to figure out what was happening but soon he latched and began to nurse. Wolffe was pleasantly surprised, the doctors didn't believe that his mate could lactate but once again they were wrong. Judging by the Plo was feeding their child. He shifted a bit so he could half face his lover and child. He began to pet Plo's head and softly coo at the mother and child. Plo glanced up at him and gave him groggy smile before turning back to the sleepy boy between them.
Soon, after switching sides and being moved back to his hold, their baby dozed off in Wolffe's arms. Wolffe had dragged the cradle closer to Plo's bed at the Kel Dor's teary request. He could never denied his lover anything. Plo had guiltripped him into lying in the bed together, which wasn't allowed or completely safe but the big puppy dog eyes from the Kel Dor was too much to ignore. Soon mother and son were asleep and he too was slipping away from consciousness, he took one last look at his baby boy, they decided to name him Liam, and his sleeping mate before he too join his family in sleep.
(One of the medics would later come in to check on the new family and upon seeing everyone sound asleep made sure everything was safe before quietly slipping out to let the family rest.)