51. The Sly Fox

*Matty Pov*

"Baby?"

I groaned as I opened my eyes to the sound of a wailing baby, who's cry I didn't recognize.

The bright lights were not in my favor as I squinted my eyes and shielded them with my hand, catching sight of my IV line dripping blood and fluids into my hand.

I looked down and found myself in a hospital room, tired, starving, and alone.

The crying wasn't stopping though and I looked over and saw a squirming little baby wrapped up in a hospital blanket with a little blue hat on its head.

"Shit, and here I was thinking it was a dream," I groaned, rubbing my temple before reaching out and grabbing the little bassinet so I could grab the little guy and get to know the sneaky bastard who hid inside me for nine months.

It quieted as I picked them up and held them, not even knowing the gender as I undid the swaddle and peeked into its diaper finding out it's a little boy.

And a beautiful one at that.

Now I've had five adorable babies, but not a single one comes close to this little guy's absolute perfection. He looked like he came out of the womb a few days ago not a few hours.

His brown hair was so thick that I could make a little pony tail out of it, his body so small that it fit on my chest just perfectly. His little face so symmetrical, with a forehead wrinkled in thought, beautiful little round eyes that looked up at me with pure curiosity, a tiny button nose that I could kiss a million times over, and lips so plush that it looked like two little pillows gaping open as I knew he was hungry too.

He looked exactly like how I could only picture what his father looked like when he was a baby. Just by looking at him I knew this little guy was Luca's and that was fine by me.

I just wish I had known so I could have enjoyed it.

"Hey, I'm sorry okay. I'm sorry I didn't know you existed. I should have taken better care of you," I sighed out of worry. I didn't take any vitamins or get any prenatal care for him. What if he's got a deformity?

I look over his little toes and his little hands, counting to make sure he had everything.

"But I'll take care of you now okay sweetheart, mommy's got you okay Noah?" I asked him as I tried out the name and he smacked his lips.

"Mr. Jackson, good to see you're awake and bonding," a doctor announces and I look up to see him holding a clipboard with Dr. Yang beside him.

"Is he okay? I didn't know, I didn't know I was pregnant and-"

"He's just fine Matthias. We already looked him over. He's a little small but other than that he's perfectly healthy. You on the other hand lost a lot of blood so you're going to have to stay here for a few days. Just so we can monitor you. Here's your phone. They found it at the scene." She says and hands it to me.

I look at the cracked screen and find three missed calls from Luca.

"Do you have any names in mind for the little one or did you want to wait for your husbands?" She asks and I look down at my sleepy baby, letting my hand wander through his soft hair as I snuggled him to my bare chest and started feeding him.

"Noah Lucas Jackson," I replied simply teasing his adorable little cheeks which I adored.

"Alright I'll leave you two alone, I'll be back tomorrow with the paperwork and tell them to send you food. Get some rests, you're going to need it," she told me and walked out with the doctor, slowly closing the door behind her.

I looked down and met Noah's gaze, as if we were both thinking the same thing.

"What am I suppose to tell your daddies huh?" I asked him as if he had the answer.

"Should I face time them?" I asked him and he yawned.

"You're not helping me out here Noah," I chuckle as I kissed the top of his little head and finally made the call.

As it rang I pushed it to my ear and sighed.

"Oh they're definitely getting vasectomies now,"