Afterward, I wrapped him up in Oscar’s bath towel and proudly walked over to the bed and gently shook Oscar awake. “Look,” I whispered.
His face was surprised at first, but then softened, and he smiled as if he knew all along but didn’t tell me. I curled up in bed and fell asleep with the baby in my arms. The next morning, I didn’t know what to do because the room we had previously considered as the nursery wasn’t finished – it still had all his comics in it and we had no furniture. We didn’t even have baby clothes or diapers.
I called my parents and he called his, telling them we needed to meet with them that night at our house.
We still hadn’t decided on a name for the little guy, and opted for Diego, a name we have actually considered.
The last part was a flash of us at Ikea buying nursery furniture, with little Diego still wrapped up in Oscar’s bath towel.
It was the wildest thing. I woke up this morning feeling calm and empowered.