"Good job, baby," Pete whispers in your ear as you both look at your new born son.
You weakly smile as you rub your son's head.
"I'm going to let the guys and our families come in now if that's okay with you," Pete quietly whispers.
"That's fine," you mumble.
He gives you a quick peck on the lips and quickly walks out of the room.
"Hey," you whisper to your son.
He lets out a small burp, and he wraps his hand around your finger.
You smile and whisper, "What are we going to name you?"
That's when Pete, Andy, Joe, Patrick, and your family walks in.
They all have gift bags. Your mother walks up to you smiling.
"Can I hold him,"she asks.
You nod, and hand him to her.
"You must be really tired after all that," Andy asks.
"Yeah," you mumble as Pete massages your shoulders.
"It was some what difficult," Pete quietly says.
"The first child's always the most difficult, " your mother says.
"Where's Bronx," you ask rrying to keep your eyes open.
"My mom and dad's bringing him right now. Just go to sleep, and I'll wake you up when they get here," he whispers.
"Then lay beside me," you mumble, and Pete gently lays beside you.
You close your eyes and go to sleep.
"Babe, wake up," Pete whispers gently shaking you.
"Just one more minute mom," you mumble.
"Bronx and my parents are here," he whispers slightly laughing.
You slowly open your eyes, and Pete's laying beside you with your son in the middle. You smile because he's sleeping soundly.
"Where are they," you ask rubbing your son's head.
"They're coming up now, and everyone else went home to give us some time alone," he says smiling.
"What are we going to name him," you ask.
"I have no idea. What do you think," Pete mumbles.
"Don't laugh, but Saint something Wentz. Because he's sort of like a saint for me because he helped me stop... yeah," you mumble looking Pete in the eyes.
"I think that name's perfect," he says as Bronx and his parents walk in.
"Daddy, (Y/N), where's my brother," Bronx quietly asks while he jumps up and down.
You pick Saint up, and you sit up while Pete picks Bronx up. When Bronx sees the bundle in your arms, he smiles from ear to ear.
"I wanna hold him," he says as you and Pete smile at each other.
"You have to be careful and quiet," Pete says.
Bronx excitedly nods, and you gently hand Bronx his brother.