Over the next hour, my sons Payton and Hayden arrive and sit with me as we wait. They each hold a hand of mine.
Eventually Trevor comes out with a huge grin on his face. “I have a daughter…and a son.”
Cheers erupt as everyone runs to hug him. I’m so happy for them. I squeeze him tight.
I initially had trouble with him dating Cassandra. Even though she’s a nut, it was never about that. Trevor’s a nut too. I was just worried this day would never come. I know this was their one chance at kids, and knowing he now has one of each is such an overwhelming comfort for me.
I have tears in my eyes. I look over at Jackson and he does too. He walks over to me and gives me a big hug. “Congratulations, Grandma.” He pulls away and smiles at me.
I smile back as I wipe my tears. “You too, Gramps.”
He laughs.
We all head back to Reagan’s room. Cassandra is holding their daughter. She looks at Darian with tears in her eyes. “I have a daughter and a son. Can you believe it, Dare?”
Darian sobs and hugs Cassandra. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Darian runs her fingers through Reagan’s hair. “How are you?”
Reagan looks exhausted and upset. “I’ll never be able to have sex again. There’s no fucking way.”
Darian looks over at me and we both smile in silent acknowledgment of how it feels just after you give birth. It’s been a long time for both of us, but it’s not something you easily forget.
She turns back to Reagan and rubs her arm. “Yes, you will. I promise.”
“Trevor promised me a lot of big dicked guys as my pushing present.” She turns to Trevor. “You better deliver, asshole.”
Trevor and Reagan have the most bizarre relationship I’ve ever seen. They’re so much alike. They’re extremely close. She’s the sister he never had. Actually, all the girls are. It’s nice for my boys to have that now, but Trevor and Reagan have a particularly strong bond.
Cassandra laughs. “He literally promised her that in the middle of labor. The nurses all thought the two of them were crazy.”
Harley interrupts, “They botharecrazy.”
I put my arm around Trevor’s waist. “Have you guys picked any names yet?”
He rolls his eyes. “My crazy fiancée wanted to name them Brandon and Brenda after her favorite nineties television show, but I refused. So, we compromised on Brandon and Dylan.”
I narrow my eyes at Cassandra. Dylan’s also a character on the same television show. She just smiles at me and winks. I catch Darian silently laughing next to me.
A few days later, we’re all at Trevor and Cassandra’s house to welcome the babies home from the hospital. Despite needing to recover, Reagan insists on coming, not wanting to stay home alone while everyone else is here.
It’s me, my boys, their significant others, my granddaughter Paisley, Darian and Jackson, her three girls, Harley’s two children, her husband Brody, Cassandra’s sister Beth, and her son Luke.
We’re all taking turns holding and feeding the babies. They’re certainly surrounded by a lot of loving family.
Jackson ordered a big Mexican feast for dinner. The children ate first and are running around the house. Kylie, my son Payton’s wife, offered to keep an eye on them while the rest of us sit down to eat.
Everyone is chatting when Darian asks Skylar if she’s been dating. She recently broke up with a long-term boyfriend.
She shrugs. “I haven’t really gone out much. I downloaded a few dating apps aimed at people my age, but I’m not into it. The guys are all perverts.”
Reagan deadpans, “What’s wrong with perverts? I don’t mind them.”
Darian rolls her eyes at Reagan and then turns her attention back to Skylar. “What do you mean byperverts?”
“I was messaging back and forth with a guy. He randomly sent me a dick pic to prove it was as big as he claimed it was. I didn’t ask for it. He just sent it in the middle of a normal conversation. It’s like people think it’s fine to say and do whatever they want when it’s not in person. Naturally, I told him I couldn’t really tell the relative size from the photo…”