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Welcome to the World
You collapsed back against your pillows, utterly exhausted. You heard the cry of a baby and strained to sit up, to gaze upon your newborn son for the first time.
You felt arms behind your back, supporting you as you sat up, and smiled.
“Thank you,” you whispered to your husband.
Faramir smiled at you. “Of course, my love. It’s the least I could do. I’m so proud of you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You smiled up at him as the midwife carried your baby towards you. She placed him in your arms and backed away.
“I’ll give you three a few moments,” she told you, closing the door behind herself as she left the room.
Alone as a family for the first time, you and your husband watched your son. His eyes were closed. You could see some of Faramir in him already- the way his brow was furrowed like he was concentrating very deeply on something.
“What should we name him?” Faramir asked quietly, so quietly that it seemed he was afraid to interrupt the peaceful silence that blanketed the room.
You smiled up at him.
“I was thinking Boromir,” you said.
You watched the tears fill your husband’s eyes at the name of his fallen brother, a smile spreading across his face at the name.
You passed the baby to Faramir, waiting for an answer.
“Hi Boromir,” he whispered to your child.
Boromir wiggled suddenly.
Faramir laughed. “I think he likes it!”
You giggled with him, watching the two most important people in your life, just existing together.
“Welcome to the world, Boromir,” you whispered.