'Come on, June, we must be going. It's not fair to leave Lois with the girls any longer.'
''Bye, Mum. 'Bye, Peter. Bring the girls up in the morning,' Debbie said, waving them goodbye.
''Bye, sis.' Mickey kissed both mother and baby before turning to Steve. 'And you, you fat bastard, owe me a night out, to wet the baby's head.'
'Tomorrow,' Steve said, ushering his best mate towards the door.
Breathing a sigh of relief that he finally had his wife to himself, Steve took Debbie's hand in his. 'We're gonna have to decide on a name, girl. We can call him Bobby after Moore, Geoff after Hurst, Trevor after Brooking. What's it gonna be?'
'Sonny,' Debbie said immediately, 'I want to call him Sonny.'
Steve was surprised by his wife's quick decision. 'Why Sonny, all of a sudden? You never mentioned it before when we were discussing names.'
'It's a long story, Steve, but if you don't mind I'll tell you another day. I feel so tired all of a sudden. I can't keep my eyes open.'
He bent over and kissed her gently. ''Bye, darling.' He turned to the baby, ''Bye, Sonny. Daddy'll be back first thing in the morning.'
Debbie smiled to herself as he left the room. Steve was like a dog with two tails and she was glad, after all the shit they'd been through, that she'd managed to make him so happy.
Turning her attention to her son, she noticed him gurgle. He was an absolute cutie, and thankfully she'd bonded with him immediately. He couldn't be more different from Charlie to look at. His tuft of blond hair stood out like a sore thumb and his chubby red face looked angelic somehow. The door opening disturbed Debbie's thoughts.
'Hello, I'm Nurse Chimbonda. I'm just checking if everything is okay or whether you need some help?'
Debbie smiled. 'I'm absolutely fine. I'm so happy. I've got everything I've ever wanted.'
Gas and air, the nurse thought as she smiled politely and left the room.
Lying back on her pillow, Debbie pondered the words she'd just spoken. It was the first time in her life that she could truly say that and mean it. Steve and the girls had always meant the world to her, so had the rest of her family, but now she had the one thing she'd always craved.
A son to be proud of.
A son who was capable of accepting and returning her love.
And, most importantly, a son who had not been born evil.
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