Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“She wanted to have fun and lying in a hospital bed waiting for the baby to come isn’t fun. Besides, the doctor’s might have just sent her home to tell her to wait out until the contractions got closer. She wasn’t due yet, so those could have just been fake labor pains, you know…or really bad gas pains.” I twist my face, hoping he understands.
“Oh…”
“Yeah. Unfortunately, it means no pain meds now.”
“You’re going to tell me though, no fucking waiting. Fake pains, gas pains. I don’t give a shit if it’s just bad shits. I want to know, understood?” He cups my face. “I don’t want to worry that I can’t get you to the hospital in time. We’re having twins and that shit’s already risky.”
“How did you know that?”
“I’ve been reading up at night.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I wanted to know about my babies and how they affect you.” He brushes the hair off of my face and then kisses me.
“Celly, Sir, they’re asking for you,” Dr. Stein says.
“Okay.” We go inside and see Sawyer holding the little bundle in his arms while Jill smiles at us.
“Meet our little Christina.”
“Oh my goodness, she’s a doll.”
“No wonder why she wanted to get out. She’s a chubby little cherub.”
“Yes, she’s nine and a half pounds.”
“Wow, imagine if she cooked until her due date.”
“She’d be massive.”
“Oh my. I’m worried now. I’m having two of those.” I press my hand to my stomach, and the nurse laughs.
“Did you forget to tell her we were both eight pounds when we were born?” Sawyer says.
“Oh no. I forgot to mention that little bit.”
Epilogue
Lennox
“My lovely wife, you did such a wonderful job.” I stare at my sons in their bassinets. Two heavy, round, and long boys each weighing over eight pounds, delivered naturally two weeks early. Luckily, I’d been prepared and we had them at Holly Hills Hospital because she’d been feeling lousy and her back was aching.
My assistant said that’s how his sister went into labor, and I believed him. Less than twenty-four hours later, Celeste’s water broke while she was in the shower. Although there were no major theatrics because the sun was out and I had the bags already in the car. The labor was a lot slower than Jills who was already pregnant again with babies number two and three. Apparently this round was twins and they were boys.
“Thank you my sweet, large headed husband.”
“Hey, only one of my heads is large.”
“Hmm. I think they’re both enormous right now.”
“Well, seeing you in bed always gets me excited.”
“The wind gets you excited.”
“No, it’s always you.” I bend down and taste her lips. “How are you feeling? You look tired.” I brush her hair off her face.
“I am a little sleepy.”
“You should try to rest for a little while before they wake up. I’ll be right here.” She nods and slides down, resting her pretty head onto the pillow. I could stare at her for hours. It’s almost like a fevered dream. Nearly a year ago I didn’t even know she existed and then I stepped into that hotel bar and there she was, stealing my heart and soul without even knowing it. I was branded hers before she even turned my way.
For a short time I lost her. Then it felt like forever to find her, forever to get her to marry me. Okay, not forever, but it seemed like it. When the clock hit twelve on New Year’s Day, Celeste and I said our vows, marrying in front of a small crowd because I couldn’t wait. It didn’t matter to me who was around as long as she was mine and there was no chance of her running again.
I rest beside their bassinets until I hear the light cooing of our little ones. Opening my eyes, I find Celeste watching us. She’s taking a few pictures. “Hey, baby, you need to be in bed.”
I’m up on my feet, taking her hand, trying to lead her back to the bed. “Actually, the doctor wanted me to get up and move around.”
“Oh. Do you need something?”
“A kiss.”
A chuckle turns to a growl as I slide my hands around her waist, pulling her in. My mouth falls onto hers. A light tap on the hospital room door breaks our embrace.
“Can’t keep your hands off her for five freaking minutes. Damn, bro,” Sawyer comes in with roses and a basket of treats with Jill holding their baby girl.
“Congratulations,” she squeals.
I take my niece so she can properly greet my wife while my brother sets the things down on the side table. As soon as he’s done, he gives Celeste a big hug. “Let me meet my nephews,” Sawyer says.
“Oh goodness, poor Cels, these boys are big. Have you finally decided on a name for them?”
“Finn and Ethan.”