100 Days With Mr Romero

FIVE MONTHS LATER

“He has my looks,” Gideon whispered in my ears as we looked down at our sleeping child.

“He has my nose,” I said back with a chuckle.

“He has my mouth!” Lily who was sitting at a corner in the room said in between mouthful of popcorn. “What?” she asked as we turned to look at her. “It’s true.” she rolled her eyes. “Fine, I will give you guys space, but I’ll be back in five minutes to hold my godson.”

“Yes ma,” I teased laughing as she stormed out the room, her elbows swinging. I turned to Gideon once Lily was out. “You know, we still haven’t decided on a name.”

“That’s right,” A mischievous look came on his face. “How about Timothee?”

“Lord no.” I was not going to name my child after Ciara’s imaginary boyfriend, if it wasn’t the case, Timothee was actually a really cute name I would have considered. Speaking of Ciara, she had finally decided to move on after the wedding, Gideon told me she had decided to go live with a friend in California, to be honest, I do wish her the best, I hope she learns to become a better person and treat people right.

“Thomas?”

“Gideon.” I hit his chest playfully. “Be serious.” I looked down at the little human in my arms, my child. A year ago, never would I have believed I would be holding him in my arms, with the man I love beside me. I watched as his chest rose softly, with each breath he took, his tiny fingers was wrapped around Gideon’s, father and son. Though, he is barely a day old, I could already imagine them arguing over a game of footballContent rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“How about Grey?” Gideon suggested.

“Grey,” I repeated confused. “Is that even a name? Do you really want us to name our child a color?”

“Because of his eyes, come on, it’s a cute name.”

“So you want to name him Grey because that’s his eye colour? OK, how about we also name him Pink because he has pink lips, or Black because of his hair, those are cute names too right?

“Fine, fine, what do you suggest?”

Finally, he asks for my opinion. “How about Derek?” I said with a smile.

“Derek? Is this because of the Teen Wolf drama? I knew you had a crush on that guy.”

“Tyler has nothing to do with this, but Derek is a cute name don’t you think, in fact, it’s a Ladies name.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What are you saying?” He laughed. “Ladies name?”

“Yeah, names that are famous with the ladies. You know our son is going to grow up to be really sexy and lot of girls are going to run after him, he needs a name befitting his status, well-unlike yours.”

“Why, what’s wrong with my name? Wait are you trying to say ‘Gideon’ isn’t a famous name amongst Ladies?” He looked offended, but I was having my fun annoying him. “Gideon is a sexy name.”

I shrugged. “Well, let’s just say if I was to go on a blind date and the options were between a Gideon and a Derek, I’m definitely going with Derek. I mean Gideon is a nice name, but Derek? Derek is sexy, Derek is Daddy.” I added the last part just to tease him further.

He gave a low growl. “Let’s just get back home and I’ll show you who is Daddy.” At that moment, the door opened and Lily walked in, but it wasn’t just Lily, my parents were with her.

“Mum, Dad.” I greeted with a smile as they walked in.

“I met them down the hall,” Lily said. She held a big bucket of ice-cream in her hands, one she planned to use and stuff her face.

“Oooh, let me see my grandson,” My mother rushed to me. “I can’t believe I’m a grandmother,” she said already tearing up. “Lord, he is beautiful.” she brushed her hands across his cheeks gently. “He really is a spitting image of his father.”

“Congratulations,” My father said to Gideon, they shared a hearty handshake.

“Thank you.” Few minutes later, Gideon’s parents also arrived, the whole crew gathered around, staring adoringly at the sleeping child.

~~~

It’s been two days since the birth of Rayn Brynch, we decided to name our child after Gideon’s late grandfather. It’s also been two days of sleepless night, we haven’t been able to do much around with Rayn cries, he was very attached to me and would cry the moment I or his father weren’t holding him, luckily sometimes he didn’t care who was holding him and just kept quiet.

After putting him to sleep, we finally retired to our rooms