~Y/N POV~

Giving birth is the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life but it was all worth it. Everything was worth it for him, he's just to perfect.

As I watch Namjoon sitting in a chair across the room holding our bundle of joy in his arms, with so much pride and love in his eyes was a scene I'd never forget. I could see just how much that man loves our baby, the way he softly whispers to the sleeping boy who holds a firm grip of his finger in his tiny hands. I can't exactly hear what Namjoon is whispering to him but I bet whatever it is, it'll be about just how much he loves him.

"Y/n would you like him back?" Namjoon

His question caught me off guard but I lightly shook my head and relaxed back into my pillows.

"No, he seems quite content with you right now. I wouldn't want to spoil your special bonding moment."

He lets out a soft giggle but trying to keep it as quiet as he can to not wake our son up. You would think he's had a hard day just coming into the world just to fall asleep afterwards.

Our parents and friends are yet to see him and are still waiting but a nurse had just left to tell them it's okay to come but to not disturb the little guy our parents are coming to see him first. This room could only hold so many people and all these people in one room at one time could create too much noise and wake up the baby.

Just as predicted the nurse knocked before she slowly opened up the door quietly as she can. Mrs Kim was the first to appear eagerly at the door, practically bouncing in the spot with her hands clapped together. She walked in, eyes scanning the room until they landed on Namjoon holding her grandson.

"Oh! Is that him?" Mrs Kim

Of course it was a question everyone knew the answer too. She tip toed her way over to him just to sit beside and take a peek at the babies face. Next my dad and Mr Kim walked in together. My dad thanking the nurse just before she quietly closed the door.

"How are you y/n?" Dad

He comes over to ask me softly speaking, taking note that the baby was sleeping.

"I'm good. Namjoon has him."

I pointed over to Namjoon who was in mid way of carefully passing our son to his mother, slowly and very gently so he wouldn't wake up. He did make a little grunt, it was tiny but it could be heard. Mr Kim stood at the end of the bed looking between myself and his wife who holds his grandson.

"He's so precious." Mrs Kim

She whispered in awe, taking in every feature of his face. Namjoon stood back up and came to stand beside me, taking my hand in his. But I shuffled over in the bed so he could sit beside me and he took that understanding in silence and sat beside me. I didn't have to speak for him to know why I scooter over on the bed.

Mr Kim now sat beside his wife and my dad also went over to take a seat beside Mrs Kim. She was in the middle holding the baby while the two grandfathers were gazing down at the newborn. I smiled at the sight and I leaned over to Namjoon to whisper in his ear.

"Can you go grab my phone please?"

He glances me with a nod and slowly stood up. I think he was thinking what I was thinking since he didn't ask either. Wondering slowly over to my bag did he take out my phone and come back over to take a seat and pass me my phone in silence all while watching our parents quietly talk among each other with the baby.

I clicked on the camera icon and took this moment to snap a pic of the three grandparents with our son. It's definitely a picture for the books that's for sure. A first meeting between grandparents and grandchild even if the baby is sleeping it still counts as a meeting. I have that proof of that right here in my hands now.

"You'll have to send me a copy of that." Namjoon

He whispered in my ear and I nod with a giggle, putting my phone back down. It's funny how the three parents of ours had no clue that I just took a picture of all of them.

"So y/n everything was okay with you? The baby?" Mrs Kim

She whispers to me from across the room, although her bright smile told that she was beaming in delight.

"Yes we're both fine thank you."

"You did so well y/n. You both did." Mrs Kim

She grinned at the two of us and Namjoon wraps his arm around my shoulder to place a tender yet soft kiss on my forehead.

"What's his name? You both didn't want us to know his name until he was born so, what do we call him?" Mr Kim

Ah yes.....the name.

Namjoon and I looked at each other, amused smiles written all over our faces as our parents look back at us in waiting.

"Come on you two what's the name?" Mrs Kim

"Well is you peel back his blanket you'll see his name printed on the front of his bodysuit." Namjoon

The two of us had this all planned out on how to tell them their grandsons name so we had something specially made for this. When Namjoon changes him he was scared about hurting him but I assured him he would be just fine and he did just that. He was in the end completely fine with changing our little boys clothes and putting a nappy on him for the first time.

Namjoon and I watched his mom carefully move back to get some space to open up his blanket carefully to not disturb him, then as she read the words she gasped and Mr Kim's eyes widen also. But I was more watching my dads reaction, as he read the name tears already came to his eyes already to know the full reason to the name chosen.

Kim Hanuel.

My mother's name.

Thankfully her name is unisex and so I thought a perfect way to honour her memory and have her share this special time in our lives was to name my son after her.

I'm also thankful that Namjoon agreed to it too. He knows how much it would of meant to me but also my dad too, and that's how you know just how special that man is.

"Honey, that's sweet. The name suits him." Mrs Kim

I nodded but only stared at my dad who stared back at me speechless but wiping his own tears from his cheeks. My dad isn't much of a cryer so that alone tells me just how much he appreciates it but he doesn't have to use his words either just the way he's looking at me reminds me all the more how much he loves me. Just in the same way I witnessed Namjoon looking at our son.

With pride and love.

Now that I have a child of my own, I understand exactly how my dad feels about me and also now that I have the man that I love sitting beside me, I know of what true love really is. To feel complete.