I hear his tiny footsteps coming down the hallway.
“Mama in there?” he eagerly asks.
He pushes on the door hesitantly and peeks his head around the side of the door.
He sees me across the room and a smile spreads across his face.
“Mama!” he gasps, as he comes running into the room.
Cradled in my arms is his brand new baby brother.
I brace myself, afraid of how the next several moments will play out.
Fear washes over me as I worry over my toddler, my baby up until this point, rejecting this new situation.
He inches closer as he peers into the blankets cradled in my arms.
“Baby!” he excitedly whispers, looking up at me.
I repeat it, matching his enthusiasm.
I dip down, offering him a better look at his brand new baby brother.
I’m still unsure.
He doesn’t fully understand the events of the last few days.
He doesn’t grasp that this new little one is ours.
He looks on, eyes wide, and takes it all in.
I watch him, anticipating the reaction.
He softly whispers in his ear “My baby” and gently kisses his cheek.
In that moment my heart swelled to a size I never knew it could reach.
He is gentle, kind, and loving towards his tiny baby brother.
He is sweet as he softly strokes his brother’s cheek.
He leans over and kisses him again.
“My baby, Mama” he softly whispers to me.
They are my boys, my babies, and they are already head over heels with each other.
They are brothers. But they are also friends.
They already have a special bond.
And now I can watch it bloom as they grow. Together.
My heart is full. Happy.
And I can’t get enough.