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The nurse allowed Tasha to hold her son, but after about 5 minutes she asked to take the baby so she could clean him up and so the doctor could deliver the afterbirth. Tasha had been dreading the process that she knew was to come and her displeasure showed quite clearly on her face. She deposited the still-slippery baby into the arms of the waiting nurse and braced herself for the uncomfortable procedure about to be performed.

Russ, knowing what had to be done at this time, leaned forward and kissed Tasha's forehead. He held onto her hand as the doctor instructed her to push slighly and they waited for the afterbirth to come. The nurse kneaded and pressed on her stomach to assist it. It gushed out in a sickly rush of liquid and again the nurse kneaded Tasha's stomach, pressing deeply to clear as much of the fluid as they could. Grimacing in pain, Tasha was again forced to grip onto Russ's hand in a bruising clench. As they finished with this process, they cleaned her up and brought the baby back to her, swaddled in fuzzy white blankets. He was clean and quiet as they lay him back in his mother's arms, his face slightly ruddy from all his previous hollering.

Hugging the baby close to her, Tasha glanced up at Russ to see the tears again streaking his face. Overcome with emotion, he was unable to do anything but gaze at his wife and son. She waited patiently as he swallowed back his emotions, attempting to speak but unable to as of yet. After a few moments, when he had finally gained control of himself, he choked out "Alexander."

Tasha's face scrunched up in confusion. "What?" she said, completely bewildered.

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. "I want to name our son Alexander, after my father."

Tasha's eyes widened in complete shock. Her stubborn, bull-headed husband had done a complete turnaround in the space of a few moments. She nodded her head weakly, rendered speechless herself and turned her eyes to her newborn son.

She noticed that the baby was watching the two of them intently. She gazed in wonder at his tiny face, as those cloudy blue eyes seemed to be assessing the situation before him. Russ reached out to tenderly stroke the baby's fuzzy head. The baby's little hand was laying on his stomach and Russ picked it up, laughing when his son clamped tiny fingers around Russ's thumb in a surprisingly strong grip.

She shared in the laughter, saying, "Robert Alexander. What do you think, Russ?"

He nodded vigorously, complete in his agreement with her. "Robert Alexander it is! What shall we call him for short?" He asked, amazing her with his willingness to leave the decision up to her. The shock must have shone in her eyes, because Russ leaned down to her and kissed her tenderly on the mouth.

He murmured, "I love you, Tasha. I love you so very much. You have given me more joy than a man has a right to expect in this life. Whatever you decide is right by me. I know you wanted to name the baby after both of our dads, so this is my gift to you in honor of the most wonderful gift I have ever received: our son." He paused, watching the tears roll down her face and wiping them away with gentle hands. "I love you."

She sniffled, saying "Alexander. We'll call him Alexander." She gazed into his shining green eyes, deep feeling for him tugging at her heart.

Russ smiled at her, raising her hand to his lips and placing a light kiss on it. "Alexander is it then, love." he said, his deep voice vibrating with delight.

The nurses were all impatient to get Tasha settled into her room but they were standing, quite unobtrusively, waiting. None of them wanted to risk the infamous temper of Mr. Crowe so they all hung back, unwilling to interrupt the happy family scene and get an undeserved rebuke from one who was notorius for his sarcastic acerbity. One of them cleared her throat, causing Russ and Tasha to glance in their direction. To their surprise, Russ laughed heartily.

He said merrily, "Aye, I take it you want to get my wife installed into her room, huh? Well, I'll just get me arse out of here, then!"

They all laughed, as Russ swiped a quick kiss from Tasha and placed a one on the top of his son's velvety head. The nurses all appeared extremely relieved, causing a grin of mirth to spread across both of the happy couple's faces. Winking at Tasha, he strode out of the room to join his family, who had just arrived, in the waiting room. He was impatient to tell them all his joyous news and Tasha was left alone with the bustling women. She carefully handed the baby to one of the waiting nurses, who promptly headed off in the direction of the hospitals newborn area.

A short time later she was sitting cozy in her bed in room 108, preparing for the first feeding of the baby with a nurse standing by her side, coaching her. Proving his lungs were in outstanding condition, he bellowed his displeasure as she began hesistant attempts at breastfeeding. Within moments, however, the room became quiet as the baby figured out how and where the food came from.

Russ joined her, telling her the family would wait outside until she was finished. He told her that he had called her parents to tell them the happy news and they were on their way to Australia on the next flight. He didnt tell her that, although they insisted he not do it, he had purchased their tickets. Although her family was comfortable, they were not rich by any means and he had wanted them here without having to worry over other things, like how they were going to pay for plane tickets and bills too. They were due in late tomorrow evening.

Her sister Emily was already here, in the waiting room, having just arrived. He couldnt wait to see the surprise on her face when Emily popped in. He was enjoying being able to surprise her with these little things, finding that he wanted to do as much as he could to complete her joy considering the immeasurable euphoria she had given him. Knowing it would please her to have her family here, he would stop at nothing to get them here. He was eager to spend some time alone with his wife and son, but wanted to celebrate this blissful occasion with the festivity it deserved. He smiled to himself as he watched her nurse the baby, who seemed intent on drinking as much as he physically could.

Tasha smiled, her face drowsy in the sharply detailed hospital light. "He has quite an appetite. Must take after his father!"

They both laughed, gazing in adoration at Alexander as he ate vigorously, quite unaware of their merriment in his contented suckling.