After Birth.
I smile as the nurse wraps my son in a baby blue blanket. She gives him to me and I smile, kissing his forehead.
" He looks like me," My father is smiling as he looks at his grandson, I look at the little angel In my arms, no, he doesn't look like Tiberius at all.
" Dad, I think it's too early to tell who he looks like but it's his father," he growls at that but doesn't comment. Tiberius kisses my forehead and leaves the room.
The twins are gushing over the baby, they look very excited.
" Thank you for staying," I tell them, they each kiss me on the forehead and whisper.
" We'll never be the same and I have so much respect for you," I laugh out.
" Go and wash your face before you scare my little prince," they smile and wave as they exit.
Roly and Castro congratulate me
