Airwolf Rule The World

Christmas Day



News of Metteo’s birth in the stables reached everyone on the estate. They all came to the main house to read the announcement and go ‘ohh’ and ‘ahh’ at the photograph of Metteo.



Sarah left Kristien’s room after checking both mum and baby over. Hawke stood with Alfred having a chat about how everything had been planned after Kristien knew that her waters had broken, that when they got back to the house then they could have the baby there. But Metteo had other ideas and came twenty minutes after her waters had broken. Alfred did point out that he and Doctor Parsons monitored everything on the stables cctv and would only intervene if absolutely necessary.



“Kristien needs to rest, she’s exhausted.” Sarah told a very relived Hawke. “Metteo is just four pounds three ounces.”



Hawke looked at Sarah. “But they are fine aren’t they.”



“Yes both Mum and baby are doing very well.” Sarah explained. “He certainly is feeding very well.” Sarah checked her watch. “I don’t think he’s been to sleep yet.” Sarah looked at Hawke. “Kristien is very very lucky, I want her to stay in bed today, and I will check her again tomorrow.” Sarah told him. “For the moment I just want you all to rest.”



Hawke walked back into his and Kristien’s bedroom. He paused as he shut the door and took in the sight of the beautiful wooden baby’s crib with white lace adorning it next to the four poster bed. Kristien sat up in bed wearing one of Hawke’s shirts which was open and she was nursing Metteo again, Metteo was just in a nappy.



Hawke walked over and took off his clothes and slipped into bed next to Kristien. He put his arm around Kristien and looked down at Metteo who was hungrily feeding from Kristien. He watched and marvelled at Kristien’s body. Not only had it carried and produced a healthy baby, it was now feeding and getting itself back into shape ready for the next one. Metteo stopped feeding and Kristien gently gave Metteo to him.



“You need to wind him.” Kristien told him.



Hawke froze and looked at his huge calloused hands with this tiniest of babies in. Metteo was eight weeks early and tiny. Kristien helped Hawke and gently sat Metteo down and got Hawke to hold Metteo’s head. She then placed Hawke’s hand on Metteo’s back and started to rub it up and down. “Like that.” She told him and placed a muslin cloth on Hawke’s lap. “You will need that.”



“For what?” Hawke asked gently rubbing Metteo’s back wondering where he was going to get a spare hand from.



Metteo cleared the air that he had sucked in and brought up a tiny amount of milk. Kristien quickly and gently got the muslin cloth and wiped Metteo’s mouth. “For that.” Kristien said.



Kristien took off Hawke’s shirt and gently laid down beside Hawke. Hawke wanted to put his arm around Kristien but had them firmly on Metteo. Hawke slid down the bed a little and then put Metteo on his chest and slipped his arm around Kristien. Kristien watched Metteo on Hawke’s chest and he was again studying his hands in front of his face. Hawke gently put his hand over Metteo’s nappy holding him close to his chest.



Metteo’s back and legs were very warm. Hawke managed to relax a little and allowed his hand to wander over Metteo and he stroked his tiny head, there was the softest skin he had ever felt. He spent some time looking at Metteo’s tiny feet and toes examining them one by one whilst Kristien slept resting after giving birth a few hours earlier. He then went to Metteo’s fingers and examined them one by one when Metteo felt Hawke’s finger and turned his mouth to it and it went into his mouth and he started sucking. After a couple of sucks, Metteo made a couple of tiny sounds and Hawke was sure that Metteo kicked on purpose as if he was cross.



Kristien stirred on hearing Metteo’s tiny demand and she rolled on to her back with her eyes still closed. “You can feed him.”



Hawke looked at Kristien’s breasts and looked at Metteo. “How do I?” Hawke asked for help.



Kristien wasn’t going to open her eyes, she was still half asleep and there was no way she was going to wake up from the first quiet sleep she had had in a long time, no kicks, no painful stretching in her tummy feeling like she was going to rip open at any given moment. “Bring him over and support his head and help him latch on.” Kristien made it sound so easy.



Hawke asked her. “You come closer then.”



Kristien gently pushed herself up a little on Hawke’s chest his arm still around her and she placed his arm over her right breast and placed his hand down next to her left breast and she cupped his hand. “Babies bottom in that.” She whispered.



Hawke gently slid Metteo over his chest and across into his cupped hand, his other hand holding Metteo’s head. As Metteo neared the breast he recognised the smell and started to try and root. Hawke let out a small giggle. “Hang on.” Hawke held Metteo at bit closer and Kristien moved her left arm a little helping Hawke’s arm position Metteo a bit better and he latched on to her nipple and started to feed. Hawke was so happy, never in his entire existence had he felt this happy. The euphoric feeling that there in front of him was a tiny miracle, part of his body had created a living baby with Kristien. Hawke remembered back to when he and Kristien had made love, conceiving Metteo, the happiness it brought to them both. Hawke continued to watch Metteo feed and remembered the kidnapping and the brutal rape and beating that Kristien and her unborn baby had survived. Tears of happiness fell gently from Hawke’s piercing blue eyes as he watched Metteo feed from Kristien. This is what he had always wanted but never dared think about. Metteo finished feeding and Hawke covered Kristien up and held onto Metteo and winded him.



Hawke was so happy and he saw the bedroom door swing open and Dominic bounded in armed full of presents and cuddly toys. He managed to find the table at the end of the bed and put down all the Christmas and baby presents down and then he looked at Hawke holding Kristien and Metteo.



Dominic was about to burst into excitement but he looked at Hawke and Hawke made a ‘shhh’ sound with his lips.



Dominic mouthed ‘oh’ back at Hawke. Hawke motioned for Dom to come and sit on the bed. Dominic came over and looked at both Hawke and Kristien, he knew they were naked, he tried to keep his eyes away from them both but was desperate to look at Metteo.



“Is this my grandson?” Dominic whispered as quietly as he could.



Hawke looked at Dominic remembering how fiercely old fashioned he was. In Kristien’s household Hawke had got used to Alfred walking in and not saying a word even if Kristien was naked or even if he was. Alfred went about his business as if it was the most normal of things in the world. Hawke knew that Alfred had walked in on them making love a couple of times and just withdrew to wait for a more convenient time, but that was the only time that Alfred would not enter. More over he and Kristien often went to the pool naked and used the hot tubs and the saunas. Kristien was very natural about her body and Hawke was too, there was many a time he would waltz about the cabin naked enjoying the freedom. Certainly during Kristien’s pregnancy with Metteo she wore less and less clothes not wanting to feel any restriction as she felt so cramped inside feeling anything on the outside would be the last straw for her.



“It’s ok Dom really.” Hawke told him.



Alfred walked in carrying a tray of fresh tea and coffee. Dominic watched Alfred walk over and place the tray down on Hawke’s bedside table and nodded at Hawke and looked at the beautiful scene of Hawke with everything he cared about most in the world in his arms. Dominic relaxed a little when he saw Alfred not make a song and dance about the intimate family scene. Alfred left quietly and closed the bedroom door.



Dominic looked back at Metteo and how tiny he was.



“You wanna hold your grandson?” Hawke whispered to him. Dominic’s face lit up instantly his eyes widened with twinkles in them. He had been waiting decades for this moment. He turned and gently took Metteo off of String and held him in his large arms. Hawke gently put his other arm around Kristien, holding her closer. Metteo looked up and focussed on Dominic’s bright red Santini Air baseball hat. Metteo made a small cooing sound and woke Kristien instantly. Kristien saw Dominic sat on the bed holding Metteo and relaxed when she saw everything was fine.



“You’ve got hearing like me.” Hawke hold her and kissed her on her head and he held her even tighter.



Kristien looked up and smiled. “Mother’s instinct I am afraid.” She looked directly at Dominic. “Hello Dominic how was the flight over?”



Dominic was holding Metteo and could not believe how tiny he was. “Oh yes, fine.”



“Well Grandpa Dom, what do you think?” Hawke asked the old Italian that raised him.



Dominic was smiling and so happy for Hawke. “It’s about time.” Dominic managed to say. “You know I was beginning to think I would be flying charter for you know who before you pair got sorted!”



“Why don’t you take him downstairs with Alfred?” Hawke suggested.



Kristien’s eyes opened immediately and she was about to protest when Hawke looked at her. “Just for half an hour, you need some sleep and you are not going to get it with Metteo demanding.” Hawke told her and Dominic nodded in agreement with Hawke..



Kristien watched as Dominic took Metteo out and closed the bedroom door. Hawke continued to hold Kristien close to him. He was enjoying the intimacy that they back to. He had missed this. Hawke laid just thinking about the last few hours, the birth of his son, he was so proud being a father. Kristien managed to drift off to sleep quite easily, no pain, no stretching, no feeling like she was going to be like a banana split at any moment. Hawke looked down at Kristien in his arms, as much as his body wanted some rest, he couldn’t close his eyes.



Hawke did not want this day to end.