((That is all right!))
"I love your ears," she said with a soft laugh. The pain of giving birth was still there, but compared to the joy that holding their son gave her, it was nothing. "I hope his stay this way."
She ran her fingers gently through the baby's hair. "I was born with purple hair," she said. "You ought to see my birth certificate sometime. It was just my hair at first though. It took me a while to start morphing the rest. I was at least three."
He was beautiful. The most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "You get half," she said generously, because it was true. She chuckled. "Is it the hair? Is it throwing you off?" She kissed the baby again. "I think you'd make a good Gabe, but we'll give Daddy some time to decide. He gets final say."
It hurt, but she shifted over on the bed. "There's room for you to sit down, if you'd like. Do you want to hold him?"