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“You can come in now”. The midwife poked her head out for less than a second, then disappeared again without even looking at Leto.
Leto stood, wringing his hands nervously, he was meeting his heir now, as soon as he walked through that door. And wow was Leto glad he didn’t have to give birth, it had sounded painful and looked even more so in the few minutes he’d been in the room before he became queasy and was ushered out into the hallway, not before he had apologised profusely to Jessica who had somehow managed to roll her eyes and usher him out.
She had managed to look sarcastic while pushing a tiny human out of her uterus. Women were so strong. Really, Leto shouldn’t be nervous to meet his kid but.
Holy fuck he was a father.
Leto carefully pushed the door open, the midwives had all filed out after making sure that Jessica or the boy were not in danger. Jessica looked up through messy red hair, her brow was stained with sweat and she gave him a tired smile, in her arms was a blanketed bundle.
Leto sunk into a chair beside the bed and took in how beautiful his wife looked, he hoped the child looked like her.
“I’ve named him Paul”. She gave him a look as if he would challenge anything she ever said.
“He’s a boy?” Leto internally smacked himself, Jessica just chuckled.
“Would you like to hold him?” And Leto was shocked because that was a tiny human that was alive and probably very delicate and yes please Leto would like to hold his son.
“Oh-Ok”, he reached out shaky arms and through a bit of finagling, Leto was holding his son.
Holy shit he was so tiny. His face was only about the size of Leto’s palm, if that, Leto could probably hold him comfortably in one arm, he had traces of wispy black hair on top of his head and a very cute scrunched up nose and as Leto sucked in a breath he opened his eyes that were too big for his head. He had his mothers beautiful brown-green eyes, so pretty.
“Hi” Leto whispered, Paul stared back in the way babies do, with infinite curiosity and innocence that Leto would do anything for. Anything to keep that expression on his son’s face.
“Jessica?”
“Yes?”
“I’m a Dad”.
Jessica snorted again at his disbelief, but Leto was too busy to snipe back, he was too busy looking at this tiny human in his arms that was so perfect and cute and adorable.
Leto sat down again when Paul started wiggling, after a moment a tiny chubby arm appeared from the blankets and made a grab at Leto’s beard.
“You can’t have that”. He chided softly and moved a hand to Paul’s.
And then Paul grabbed his finger in one tiny hand and Leto was going to melt right there.
Fuck politics, he was a dad now, full time occupation. Paul had infinite curiosity as he regarded Leto’s finger, almost as big as his whole hand, Leto stared into big eyes with watery ones.
“Leto darling, are you quite alright?” Jessica’s voice had humour in it.
“Yeah I-I’m fine just wow” . Jessica laughed.
Leto looked up and smiled at his beautiful wife, then looked down at his adorable son. He would fight for this family, he would kill for this family, he would die for this family.