P.S. Sorry, that it's so short. But I've got no ideas.

Malcolm patched me up and sewed me up. He also bandaged my pelvis. Then he put me to bed with Brian. Mitchell cried a little. God! This is my son! I was still crying with happiness! Malcolm put my baby on my chest and smiled at me. I hugged him as tightly as I could.

"Thank you, Mal. You are the best. I will never be able to thank you enough! You treated me as if you were a specialist! And you helped Mitchell come into the world, like if you did that every day and..." Malcolm chuckled and put his index finger to my lips.

"I was happy to do that, Arlene. You should feed Mitchell. He'll probably be hungry." I nodded, but then looked at him overwhelmed.

"Mal how...how should I do that?"

"Put him to your chest." Malcolm said awkwardly.

"But how?" I asked nervously.

"Listen, your husband was pretty angry when I reached under the paint. If I show you how to feed Mitchell now, he'll surely kill me and never talk to me again." I laughed.

"You don't have to do it on me. Just tell me how." He nodded a little.

"Oh. OK. So you have to rub your nipples until they're aroused and then you just put Mitchell on your chest. He then sucks milk himself. When he's done you just give him a little pat on the back and if he burps softly, then you're done and you've done everything right." I smiled.

"Thank you, Dr. Young." He chuckled.

"No problem." He covered me and kissed Mitchell on the head. "Welcome to our crazy world, little Mitchell McKinnon." I chuckled. "Take a rest, Arlene. You are really very exhausted. Tomorrow we're going to the hospital and reporting Mitchell's birth, okay?" I nodded.

"Thanks for everything." He giggled and walked out of the room. I opened my shirt and took off my bra. Then I started following Malcolm's tips. Brian walked in shortly afterwards and his eyes were quite excited when he saw me. He lay down next to me and watched me interested. I giggled and carefully laid Mitchell on my chest. My baby immediately started suckling. A little slow, but that was no wonder. Mitchell was still a newborn.

"How does that feel, darling?" Brian asked smiling.

"It's a little strange, but actually a pleasant feeling." He giggled and kissed me tightly.

"Thanks for our little son." I smiled. "I love you both very much." When Mitchell was finished, we put him in the crib that was at the foot of our bed. Brian pulled me close and caressed my hip. "Sleep well darling. You need sleep."

"Good night." I breathed and fell asleep.

*

When I woke up it was already noon. I got dressed. Brian was sitting in the kitchen with Mitchell in a baby carrier. Malcolm was next to him. Malcolm had papers in hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We're going to the hospital and officially registering Mitchell." Brian said proudly. I smiled and kissed him hard. "Get dressed, baby." I nodded and started walking.

*

That was really a lot of paperwork. But Malcolm knew about it. He filled out the forms and just left us to sign. What would we do without him? My little baby got tests and a few vaccinations, and Mitchell cried loudly. No wonder. I was still being cared for, but the doctors said Malcolm did such a good job they didn't have to do anything. I signed the papers, as did Brian.

"Congratulations, now he's officially your son." Malcolm chuckled and hugged us.

*

Brian was in bed next to me. Mitchell was between us. He was wearing a little yellow romper that Cliff had given him. Brian and I smiled at our baby who was still moving a little lazily. Mitchell was a newborn. No wonder. I put a hand on Mitchell's back. His green-brown eyes looked up at me. I giggled.

"You are our beautiful little son." I said proudly.

"I love you two so much." Brian hummed and kissed us. He carefully lifted Mitchell onto his chest and held him under the bum. "I have you my little darling. I promise you that I'll always be there for you." I smiled and hugged my husband.

"This must be the Johnson family, then." I whispered. Brian giggled and kissed me hard.

"Yes. This is the Johnson family."