Aiden Alexander Hummel-Anderson
kiss-me-kurt:
It had been the longest day of Kurt’s life.
At least, he was pretty sure that it had been. When Jenny had called them frantically at around four in the morning, Blaine had been the one to answer the phone. Their surrogates sudden contractions had been common recently, but thankfully Kurt had managed to keep his head a bit more than Blaine. ‘If your water doesn’t break, we can assume it’s just a false alarm.’
But at 4am, because apparently their baby boy had no sense of timing, Jenny’s water had broken and Blaine had nearly broken his leg getting out of bed. Kurt would probably attest to being a bit more put together, but even he knows he wasn’t. He had never left their house looking less put together than he had fifteen minutes after the phone call.
The thing about birth that they tell you but that you never really figure in is how much waiting is involved. There’s the dilating and the contractions and labor can last hours. And it did. Kurt almost thought of convincing Blaine to go back home so they could sleep a few more hours, but even the idea of that set him on edge (especially as Jenny would enter another round of contractions. Nearly 7cm).
Labor had lasted a grueling seven hours, which were full of ice chips and breathing exercises and yelling that Kurt was sure to be ashamed of later (Jenny had started yellingfirst.) And shortly after one in the afternoon, Aiden Alexander had been born.
The next thing they don’t tend to tell you is that they don’t just hand you the baby outside of the delivery room and send you on your merry way. Aiden was healthy; he’d cried like he was supposed to, passed all the doctor’s tests, but they had to monitor him.Twelve hoursthe doctor had told them. Long enough to make sure that Aiden would eat properly and that there weren’t complications that the doctors had missed.
It was long. Worth it, of course, but long.
Finally, a quarter to 2 in the morning, and Kurt was holding a living, breathing, impossibly tiny person in his arms as Blaine unlocked the door to their house. His body felt heavy with exhaustion, but his eyes were bright and alert as Aiden slept soundly in his arms. They could have waited, brought him home in the morning, but at that point Kurt had been adamant. Aiden was going home with them as soon as possible, and either he was glaring enough to convince everyone or his sleeplessness had given him a slightly deranged look in his eyes.
And now, now Kurt never wanted to let him go.
“He’s so tiny,” Kurt whispered as the door shut behind them, leaning his face closer to their sleeping son. Son.Blaine and him had a son. “Will you judge me horribly if I curl up on the floor of the nursery and sleep there?”
The day had gone by feeling like someone had hit pause, but also like someone had hit fast forward. It had been slow, but fast. Now, being at home with his husband and son, Blaine had to admit. He wouldn’t change anything. He wouldn’t change the fact he hadn’t had sleep in almost 24 hours, or that all he’d eaten was half an apple the entire time.
Looking at Kurt, Blaine laughed and shook his head. “Considering Aiden will be in our room in a bassinet, I think I’d have to judge you.” Blaine smirked, his lips quirking up in a tired way. Their baby boy was laying in his car seat, blissfully asleep. Picking the bulky seat up, Blaine made his way to their bedroom, having Kurt follow. “I’ll take baby duty tonight. Unless you’re going to have like…post partium depression if you don’t see him every hour.” Blaine joked.
Slowly but gently picking Aiden up, he moved him to his bassinet, letting it rock him every so slightly. Aiden let out a soft coo, his little hand moving to his mouth. Blaine cooed as well and changed into pajamas.
“Baby….you coming?”
Welcome Aiden Alexander Hummel-Anderson!
Aiden Alexander Hummel-Anderson.
Born April 27th
8lb, 7oz.
21 inches long.
He’s such a cutie. He was born in the late afternoon.
We are so incredibly close to having this baby boy. Jenna said she was having contractions last night though they were braxton-hicks. I want our baby boy.
PS to the person who just reblogged my update. Kurt nor I are pregnant. We have a surrogate. Silly kids. Men can’t get pregnant.
Update!
So our baby boy is getting closer to being born every day. There are 12 days till he’s due to be exact. Kurt and I still need to pick a name, and finish the nursery, along with getting a few last minute things, but all is well here. Kurt’s been working on a client and I did a show today. I can’t wait till our boy is born and we can cuddle and love on him.
crossing you in style someday: dappercoffee: Blaine listened to Kurt talk and suddenly guilt hit him....
dappercoffee:
Blaine listened to Kurt talk and suddenly guilt hit him. Hit him hard, and wouldn’t go away. Biting at his bottom lip again, he looked into Kurt’s eyes. “I…I didn’t know that we…you know I’m getting compensation right? For taking time off. But. I did erm…I got offered another…
“Are you sure?” Blaine asked, eyebrows knitting. “If I took the job I would still be home most of the time until te show. And I could talk to Gary about maybe havingy understudy half the time as well. I don’t want to get behind with money K.” Blaine murmured, biting at his lip. He knew he probably needed to take it.
“Uhm, soup and sandwich sounds nice.” Blaine smiled in agreence.
kiss-me-kurt:
“Brown accents, Blaine. Accents,” Kurt stressed. “But leave the tiles. We’re obviously not going to make any decisions tonight, anyways.” Kurt pursed his lips. “If we could afford it, I’d say we hire a baby decorator. Or something. But with you stopping work once the baby’s born, and me cutting down on how many commissions I’m taking, it’ll be tight as it is.”
Kurt closed his eyes as Blaine kissed his forehead and cheek, and then opened them again, smiling.
“I think it’s this whole baby thing that’s stressing me out, sweetie. Not you. But. That sounds like a good idea.” Even though Kurt would probably just dream about baby rooms. Maybe it would give him ideas at least.
“Have you eaten?” Kurt looked up at Blaine finally, shifting until he was sitting and then smiling slightly. He took Blaine’s face in his hands and kissed him softly, rubbing their noses together. “Welcome home, by the way.”
Blaine listened to Kurt talk and suddenly guilt hit him. Hit him hard, and wouldn’t go away. Biting at his bottom lip again, he looked into Kurt’s eyes. “I…I didn’t know that we…you know I’m getting compensation right? For taking time off. But. I did erm…I got offered another part. The rehearsal starts in the middle of May, but because I’ve worked with both the director and the choreographer before, I would only need around a week to get it down. The show starts in June….” Blaine trailed off.
Nodding, understanding where Kurt was coming from, Blaine leaned against Kurt, kissing his cheek. “Mm. I ate lunch, but nothing since one. Thank you, glad to be home.” Blaine rubbed his nose against Kurt’s, smiling widely. “Maybe we could eat, and take a nice warm bath?” he suggested, standing up and pulling Kurt up as well, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist.
crossing you in style someday: Swatches ||Blaine
dappercoffee:
Blaine listened to everything Kurt had to say before nodding. Taking in a breath, he looked at Kurt, then the colors. He took away everything except white and grey. “Okay. Imagine this. We use these as base colors. Say all the walls are white, maybe one is grey. The one his…
Blaine but his lip. “I’m sorry.” he murmured, trying to rearrange the tiles the way they had been. Sighing, he looked at the room. “Okay. We can have it lighter. I don’t see how brown makes it more fun, but I’m willing to see it okay love?” Blaine assured, kissing Kurt’s forehead. “I’m sorry I messed up your tiles. And I’m sorry this has been stressing you out.” Smiling at Kurt, he kissed Kurt’s cheek.
“How about we worry about the room tomorrow.” he suggested.
Swatches ||Blaine
kiss-me-kurt:
“Woah there, cowboy. How long have you been keeping those ideas to yourself?” Kurt looked at the closers Blaine suggested, moving them around.
“I just feel like navy is so… Dark, for a baby’s room. And dark colors make the space look smaller.” He tapped his lips and sighed heavily, before looking at Blaine. “You… Want to paint the ceiling?” Kurt quirked an eyebrow, raising his head to look at Blaine better. “I might look like I work magic sometimes, Blaine, but it’s all smoke and mirrors. Painting a ceiling isn’t exactly easy.” He nudged his husband’s shoulder playfully.
“We could do chalk paint, but I don’t think we need to do a whole wall. And they come in a multitude of colors, so we could make it blend in.” Kurt hummed thoughtfully, reaching for the sketchpad lying to his side and quickly drawing a square and dividing it with a thick line about 2/3 of the way up. “We could do something like that. A color for the bottom, then one for the line, and then one for the top. On one wall we could do the chalk paint?” He rubbed at his temple with the eraser end of his pencil and then laughed, high and a bit humorless, looking at Blaine.
“Tell me something I don’t know. Ugh.” Kurt let himself fall back, his head thunking lightly against the hardwood. “See, if he was older, I could at least ask for suggestions. But fetuses really don’t have color preferences.”
Blaine listened to everything Kurt had to say before nodding. Taking in a breath, he looked at Kurt, then the colors. He took away everything except white and grey. “Okay. Imagine this. We use these as base colors. Say all the walls are white, maybe one is grey. The one his crib is on. The we added color splashes. Maybe…he has a green or blue rug. He has some yellow curtains. That way, when he gets older, if he wants to change things, he can, and it’s versatile. I still stand by stripes. At least somewhere. It doesn’t have to be the ceiling. Also with the color. We could do his name somewhere. Like maybe above his crib. Or get a piece of artwork that said his name in a bright color.” he suggested.
Kurt. I love these ideas. omg.
