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Love. The first emotion that overwhelmed Warren when he held his son for the first time. His wings swelled uncomfortably underneath his coat, bound tightly for all the long hours he spent in the hospital as he reluctantly awaited the birth of the consequences of a one night stand with a random woman at a club. A mistake he couldn’t get out of with a quick abortion and hush money. Instead, he got hustled into becoming a father, forced to pay the woman to keep quiet about their fling, the child, and Warren’s identity as a mutant. But even as his head ached from Camilla’s previous screeching and the smell of hospital plagued his senses, he couldn’t help but get lost in the feeling of holding the warmth of a new life in his arms. A life that he helped create. A life that would remain closely intertwined with his. A boy. A son. His son.
The baby was light as a feather in his strong arms, toned from his duties as an X-Men. He was bundled in a blanket, a small knit cap covering the pure white hair that lightly dusted the top of his squishy head. His eyes were closed, fists balled up tightly as if preparing for a battle. Warren adjusted his hold on the baby, pulling the newborn closer to his chest as he felt the warmth of his soft skin. The baby was quiet, his cries soothed upon being placed in Warren’s arms after Camilla refused to hold the slimy baby. A small smile broke across Warren’s face as the baby opened his eyes, gazing up at the X-Man. The same blue as Warren’s.
“What will we name him?” Warren called out quietly to Camilla, who laid back exhausted in the bed with a disgruntled look. She had done her makeup into her labor, but seemed upset that it had been ruined during the birth. Her hair stuck to her forehead as she ate the sub that she had specifically requested for after the birth. Warren had simply rolled his eyes and ordered it for her, despite the nurse’s suggestion that she drank an easy broth instead. Camilla shot a glare at Warren, wiping sauce from her lips with the back of her hand.
“I just gave birth and you’re asking me that?” Camilla huffed, “I don’t care. Name him whatever.” She went back to her sandwich, mumbling something as she ignored the baby cradled in Warren’s arms. He sighed, moving to Camilla’s hospital room window, keeping the newborn gently secured as he watched the snow fall. He hummed, glancing down at the baby in his arms as he swayed carefully. “December 16. It’s your birthday today and it’s snowing. How special is that?”
The baby was quiet, breathing softly, still watching Warren.
Warren tore his gaze from the spiraling snowflakes, brushing a thin strand of white hair that peeked out from underneath the knit cap. “You like the snow, huh? How about I name you Snowy?” Warren caressed Snowy’s cheek with his index finger, gently tapping Snowy’s balled fist. Snowy grasped onto Warren’s finger, holding on tightly.
Warren giggled, drawing Snowy closer to his chest. “Snowy, then.”
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