A Ko-fi reward for Dare who requested McMercy on the day of their first child’s birth. Thanks for the hot cocoa, doll!
Mercy had researched and studied every last detail of giving birth, read about countless mothers’ experiences and observed a few herself. All of it couldn’t prepare her for the fear, anxiety, love, and joy she would be overwhelmed with.
McCree was at her side through every moment. He was almost more terrified than her. He held her hand as the contractions grew stronger. He told her he loved her about a dozen times as she labored.
Then, he was born. Her baby. Their son.
Exhausted but smiling, Mercy lays on her side. The large bed lets McCree sit beside her. Being a respected doctor does allow a few perks in the hospital.
She’s never seen anything more beautiful. In McCree’s arms, a tightly swaddle newborn sleeps. The soft blue cap on the baby’s head keeps him warm and protected. Almost lost in awe, McCree looks down at their child. He smiles at his new little world.
“He looks like you,” Mercy murmurs.
McCree lifts his head. The shine in his eyes betrays the tears on his cheeks. A few drops even land on his beard. Mercy’s never seen him like this before.
“Oh, Jesse,” Mercy reaches over and touches his arm. Her thumb reflectively brushes against her baby’s cheek.
Breathing out, McCree shakes his head.
“He’s strong and healthy,” McCree whispers. He gazes returns to the baby in his arms as if he’s the sun, a force of warmth and energy that keeps him alive. He’s the new light that chases away the darkness in the world.
Mercy knows. She smiles at her love, becoming misty-eyed herself. The thickness in her throat almost won’t let the words out of her mouth.
A tear drops down her face but no one would say she’s weeping out of sorrow. The two most important things in her life are before her. McCree is already an adoring father. Their little boy will grow up happy and safe. For once, Mercy doesn’t worry about what needs to be done or what comes after.
She’s together with her family.
“You did amazing, darlin’,” McCree gushes with a laugh that only echoes with pure joy. “Charlie couldn’t have a better momma.”
He reaches over and gently wipes a tear from her cheek.
“If he’s lucky, he’ll take after your beauty.”
Mercy chuckles, almost crying again. Instead, she lays her hand on their little baby. The soft rise and fall of his small chest is a melody. His eyes stay closed, tired after the ordeal it took to get him here. It’s alright. She wants him to sleep and gather his strength. In McCree’s arms, she’s not so afraid for him and their future as a family.
“I think he’s going to have your hair,” Mercy murmurs. The littlest strands she saw on his head are brown. She’s not winning in that compartment.
McCree shakes his head but studies the newborn a little closer.
“It’s not too late to name him Jesse Jr,” Mercy suggests with mirth.
“Charlie fits him just fine,” McCree declares as he gently touches his son’s cheek.
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