Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Okay, I’m not arguing with you. By the way, I saw your wife heading into the bathroom looking kinda green.”
“What? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” I rushed from the room and headed down the hallway, stopping only for a second before entering the women’s bathroom.
It was empty. I retraced my steps and went to her office with my heart in my lungs. She was sitting behind her desk looking none the worst for wear.
“Were you sick, how do you feel now?” I rushed around behind her desk.
“I’m fine, what made you think I was sick?” I lifted her from the chair and studied her eyes. “Gavin said he saw you going into the bathroom to throw up.”
I ran my hands soothingly along both sides of her burgeoning stomach where my child was trying out for the Olympics. At least that’s what it felt like in there.
“I was just a little hot that’s all, I’m fine now.”
“That’s it, you’re going home, let’s go.” She started to object but then she stopped suddenly and doubled over in pain.
I yelled for Gavin as I picked her up in my arms and headed for the door as quickly as I could with her in my arms.
The hallway was busy with people who’d heard my yell and Gavin was there, looking almost as green as he’d accused her of being.
“Okay, okay, I’ll call mom to pick Amber up from school, Celia and I will meet you at the hospital with her bag, go.”
As soon as she was settled in the car I told Stanley to put his foot on the gas and called her doctor.
Her cries of pain cut me deep and I felt helpless when all I could so was hold her hand and tell her to breathe.
I’d gone through this a thousand times in my head but nothing was going to plan. It was only because she needed me, because I knew she was afraid, that I was able to keep my shit together.
We were met with a stretcher and a team who rushed her inside. I don’t remember filling out the paperwork or answering any questions before being hustled into the delivery room.
Her cries for me tore at me and I promised myself I’d never do this to her again. I didn’t take my eyes off of her the whole time as she fought to bring my child into the world.
My eyes clouded with tears at the first cry from our child’s lungs, and then terror struck at the rush of movement and raised voices coming from the doctor and nurses attending her.
Only then did I look away. “What is it, what’s wrong?”
“It looks like we missed something.”
“Missed what, what do you mean? If anything happens to her…”
“You can threaten me later, right now you need to help your wife push she’s going back into labor.”
“What?” Her words made no damn sense but I went back to Gia and took her hand again.
“It’s okay baby I’m here, nothing’s going to happen to you.” I didn’t quite understand what was going on until she bore down hard and another little wail rent the air.
I looked from her to down between her legs where the doctor sat, in total shock. My head was spinning and my heart squeezed so tight in my chest I thought I would pass out.
“Congratulations, you have one of each. A healthy boy and now this little one we’ll look over to make sure all is well.”
“Oh Gia!” I couldn’t say another word, too choked up to speak, too lightheaded to think. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I wanted to squeeze her but was afraid to hurt her so I settled instead for a taste of her lips.
Then we were both laughing and crying and I got up to go see my children who were being looked over.
The nurse passed me my son and I looked at him in awe before taking him to this mother. Then my little girl was handed to me and my heart just laid down at her feet. They were both the spitting image of their mother.
We were soon overrun by family who couldn’t wait to see the newborns. I hated it, hated having to give up my daughter even for a few minutes.
My mother didn’t care how I felt, she took my girl and I knew that look on her face. Her ass didn’t have any daughters so she had designs on mine. There were going to be battles ahead.
After all the excitement had died down and we were left alone with our children, we sat up together with them asleep in our arms.
Amber had just left with mom and dad as excited about her siblings as we were. We’d had some fears that she might not be able to accept the new baby since she’d been the only child for so long, but she didn’t seem to mind.