“No. It’s just a feeling.”
“Okay. Let me know if this baby decides it’s time to come, and I’ll take care of you. Both of you.”
I know he will.
I’m with the best guy in the world, and I’d trust him with my life and that of our baby without any hesitation.
The ceremony is sweet. Octavia is all in white, with flowers in her dark hair, and Matt is imposing in his dark suit. His kids are there, too, dressed to match the couple, Mary in a white dress and Cole in a miniature dark suit that makes him look super-cute.
It’s so touching.
And my lower back hurts.
I shift on my hard chair for the millionth time, and crap, I’m wet between my legs. Peed myself again. My bladder is out of control. I only go to pee a hundred times a day.
And what’s wrong with me today? I’m not this grumpy usually. I’ve had a good pregnancy, and I’m over the moon about being with Kaden and having his babies. Our wedding is three months away, and these past few years have been the happiest of my life.
Turns out baby number one was a surprise already – so maybe the other two will be planned? Not that I mind either way. Kaden laughed a lot about it, though, and then was star-struck when we found out it was a boy.
He’ll make a cute, silly daddy.
He’s the best.
The ceremony ends, and everyone gets up to congratulate the happy couple. Kaden helps me up, and oh crap, I’m soaked between my legs, and my back really hurts, and…
“Kade!” I grab his hand and squeeze.
“What is it, baby?”
“Baby.”
“You like me calling you that.” He grins down at me, and he looks so handsome in his gray suit, with his golden hair combed back, that I’d be all over him normally, but not today.
“Not me, Kade. The baby. I think he’s coming.”
His mouth falls open. He glances down at my belly, as if expecting the baby to jump out, then back up at my face. His drains of color. “No way.”
Another cramp hits my back and it’s spreading to my lower belly. “You said I should tell you if it’s time,” I say through gritted teeth. “I think it’s time. Will you take care of us?”
That snaps him out of whatever panic attack he’s been going into. “Yeah, of course. You can count on me.” He grabs my hand, kisses my fingertips, then fishes out his car keys. “Let’s do this.”
This is my man. I know I can count on him.
And now it’s time to meet our son.
Ten hours and twenty minutes later, I’m lying in a puddle of sweat on the hospital bed, exhausted beyond belief, and I’m sure my vagina will never be the same again.
On the plus side, we have a baby. Currently held by his handsome daddy.
“I think he’s well hung,” Kaden says, peeking under the blue blanket. “Do you think he’s well hung?”
I’m too tired to even laugh. Just as well.
I think Kaden is in shock.
That makes two of us.
The good kind of shock, though. As he wanders closer, cradling our baby in his arms, I’m overwhelmed with happiness unlike any I’ve ever experienced in my life.