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The sound of crying rang out, echoing down the hall that Jon was speed walking down.
"What did I say? No running," Lois reminded him for what had to be the hundredth time since a nurse met them in the lobby to inform them that Damian was ready for visitors.
Jon hadn't wanted to leave in the first place, but they wouldn't allow him to stay in the room during Damian's c-section because he cried and almost fainted at the sight of his mate's blood.
But all the blood had been cleaned up, and in the place of doctors and nurses in scrubs moving about with metal tools and towels, there was just Damian sitting up in a bed covered in white sheets and holding a bundle in his arms.
The Omega didn't even look up when Jon entered the room, his gaze captivated by the precious little thing they'd created together. For the first time since he'd heard the news, Jon's feet felt glued to the ground, the few steps across the room proving the most difficult to take.
"Hey," Jon breathed out as he finally reached Damian's bed, sitting down on the edge, careful not to take up too much space. Damian finally looked up at him, and Jon could tell how worn out he was, even if he would never admit it.
"Would you care to hold your daughter?" Damian asked, and before Jon could shake his head, still terrified at the idea, the swaddled newborn was thrust into his arms, his hands coming up to hold her.
Jon blinked down in wonder at the little round, pink nose and wrinkled forehead and bright blue eyes blinked back, widening in awe as she took in the scent of her father for the first time.
"She's so small," Jon sighed, and he couldn't help scenting her, trading the powdery, milky baby scent for his own.
"She's nearly ten pounds, Jonathan," Damian informed him, looking both frustrated at the inconvenience and proud to mother such a big, strong pup. "I'm going to have a scar now because of it," he said, glancing down as if he could see the incision mark through the fabric. Jon could, when he focused on it, and he wondered how such a big baby could come from such a small cut.
"At least this one has a good story," Jon offered, his gaze returning to their pup, one hand moving to stroke her cheek just to touch her impossibly soft skin. "She's perfect," Jon said, looking up at his mate again and noticing the uneasy look on his face. "You're perfect," he added, leaning back against the headboard so he could rest one arm on Damian's pillow while the other cradled their baby girl between them, allowing Damian to stroke the wispy hairs that barely covered her little head.
When the room went suspiciously quiet a few minutes later, Lois and Dick stuck their heads in the door to find Damian and Jon dozing off together. Everyone else could stop by to see them later, but for now they pulled the door closed behind them, leaving the three to themselves.
A perfect family.