My lips pressed against my son's forehead, his sleeping form not stirring even in the slightest. Zuka sat beside my bed, watching as I held our son, Ashton Theseus Ergon. He sighed happily and his brown eyes never left Ashton. His hair was tousled from the night before with both the party and his stressful movements when I was having Ashton. But now he was a father, peaceful and relaxed.
I had a son. A beautiful son.
Ashton Theseus Ergon.
I felt so relieved from the constant back pain I had endured during pregnancy, the weight of carrying a baby on my stomach, and the pain of contractions on my spine and hips before they gave me an epidural. Oh Lord, I was thankful for that epidural.
"He's so beautiful, Kleine Rose," Zuka sighed, reaching out for our son. I let him take As
