Unconditional

11

hollie's pov:

Holy fuck.

I'm holding my son, in my arms. For the very first time.

He's perfect. So fucking perfect. I'd do anything for him.

I cant stop smiling. But I'm crying.

July 2 will forever be my favorite day.

The doctors and nurses clean him up, while he sits on my chest. He cries, but it's the best noise I've ever heard.

That's my son. That's my fucking son.

"Holls, you did so good." Aug smiles at me, I can see the tears in his eyes.

"He's so cute, oh my god." I say, trying to see what they are doing with my baby.

"He's perfect." August claims. I don't disagree.

"What are they doing?" I question.

"Weighing him." August tells me.

"Westley." I say. "I want his name to be Westley."

"Are you sure?" He questions. The small smile on his face makes me smile.

"I'm sure. Westley. Westley James." I finally say.

"That's perfect." August kisses me on the cheek. I feel my cheeks warm up, as he pulls away.
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As I hold my son on my chest, I can't help but smile. He's so perfect.

Wilder and Tapper had been keeping an eye on Gia, since my parents had been with us the whole day. They should be coming any minute, to meet West.

I'm exhausted, but I can't stop looking at my
son.

"How you doin'?" August asks me, moving the blanket away from Westleys face, to get a better look at him.

"Tired," I softly laugh, careful to not wake him up. "But I can't take my eyes off of him." I smile, softly brushing his nose.

"You know, he has your nose." August smiles at me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach.

"He looks just like you." I say, and I mean it. Every feature is the exact replica of Augusts.

"Knock knock," Tapper says, walking into the room.

I smile, as my friends, and little sister, walk into the room.

"Hey guys," I say.

"Hollie, look at you. And look at him," Wilder says, peaking over Augusts shoulder, looking at West.

"My god he's tiny." Taller claims.

I move West from on my chest, to in my arms, so they can see him better.

"Meet Westley James Dieon." August says, smiling at me.