“Nine, ten…”
The doctor pulled back, Winter collapsed, and I heard a shrill cry fill the room.
“It’s a boy!” the doctor said.
I looked over, seeing red, little arms and legs as they cleared out his mouth and checked him, and then I watched as they brought him over and put him on Winter’s chest with a little blanket.
She smiled but started crying, wrapping her arms around him, and I just stood there, unable to breathe for a minute.
“A boy,” she said. “Told you.”
“Jesus Christ.” I smiled, lightly touching his head, almost afraid to touch him. “Holy shit.”
I checked his fingers and counted his toes, holding one of his long legs as he kicked.
“Twenty-two and three-fourths inches long, eight pounds and eleven ounces,” the nurse said somewhere behind us.
“That’s big,” the doctor commented. “He’s going to play basketball, Damon.”
I smiled but didn’t take my eyes off my girl and my kid.
I kind of wished we were fucking married now, but with the business, Winter’s dancing, and the pregnancy, we decided to take our time and do it right. I wanted to have it our way.
Alex left, probably to tell everyone waiting that he was here and healthy, and then I remembered that Will wasn’t here.
I faltered. He should be here for this. Out of all my friends, he should be here.
“What does he look like?” Winter whispered up at me, her voice raspy.
I smoothed my hand over both their heads. “Like next year he’ll be running around in the fountains with us,” I told her. “He’s perfect, baby. Black hair, a little pissed off…”
She snorted, and I thought about what he’d look like in a year when he was walking and running and laughing and playing. I wanted the noise. I wanted it all over the house. I wanted it filling our lives from here on out.
“Congratulations,” the doctor said as the nurses cleared up.
I kept my eyes on my kid. “How soon can she get pregnant again?” I asked the doctor.
“Damon…” Winter laughed under her breath.
I heard the doctor chuckle. “I think he likes being a father,” he said to Winter.
But I just turned my head and locked eyes with the doctor, and his face fell.
“Oh, you’re serious,” he said, realizing I wasn’t laughing.
He opened his mouth to speak, but it took him a few moments to find his words. “Um, within a few months, I’d say,” he finally answered. “It was a healthy pregnancy. But she needs time to heal.”
And then he said it again, slower and firmer, sounding like a warning. “You should give her time to heal.”
The corner of my mouth tipped up, amused.
Did he think I was a monster?
The night passed as they transferred Winter into another room and took the baby to get washed. When they returned him, we all held him for a while, and Banks, Kai, Michael, and Rika finally left, but I asked Alex to stay in case Winter needed something, and we didn’t want to leave her alone. I stayed by his bassinet, watching him breathe as mother and son both slept, but after not being able to get any myself, I needed to stretch my legs.
I walked over to Winter, pulling my phone off the charger as I whispered in her ear. “Going to get some air,” I told her. “Be right back.”
She moaned softly and nodded, and I left, closing the door behind me.