by Maya Banks
Page 49
Maren squeezed Steele’s hand and struggled to sit up more. He didn’t know how in the hell it could possibly be comfortable to put her chin so far toward her chest with her legs in those damn contraptions, but she seemed to want it that way so he gently helped her, supporting her back and pushing in closer so she was nestled against him.
“When the next contraction begins, I want you to take a deep breath and hold it and push,” Doc Campbell said as he pulled on gloves.
Maren nodded and then tensed. Steele immediately went on alert. This was it. Holy shit, but this was it. Soon he’d be holding his daughter. It boggled his mind and damn near knocked him to his knees.
Maren let out a grunt and then bore down, intense concentration showing on her face, the strain evident as her face reddened with exertion. The nurse counted to ten and then told Maren to breathe out and wait for the next.
There was a next? Shouldn’t that be it? He looked around in bewilderment. Doc Campbell looked nonplussed.
“These things take time, son. Although it looks like this little lady will be here quicker than most. ”
“Quicker?” Steele said hoarsely. “How the hell is eighteen hours ‘quick’?”
“He means the pushing stage,” Maren said breathlessly. “Sometimes it takes a lot of pushing before the baby comes. What he means is that I’m not going to have to push through many more contractions before she’s here. ”
None of it made a damn bit of sense, but he clamped his lips shut and focused on the only thing he could do. Supporting Maren. Making her as comfortable as he could.
Three more contractions, Maren pushed, the nurse counting. At one point, Maren sagged backward, her strength seemingly sapped. The panic button went off again and Steele gathered her near, his face close to hers, his eyes staring into hers.
“You can do this, Maren. It won’t be long. You said it yourself. Stay with me, baby. Be strong. This is almost over with. ”
She smiled faintly and then a sound of pain that damn near gutted him slipped past her lips and she bore down again, her face reddening, her entire body tensing.
It went longer this time, and Maren let out a sound that sent a chill down Steele’s spine.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded. “What the hell is happening ?”
“Head’s out,” Doc Campbell said with a huge smile.
There was a suction sound and both the doctor and nurse were focused between Maren’s legs.
“You can go see,” Maren whispered. “I’m fine, Steele. The worst is over. One more push and she’ll be here. Go watch our daughter being born. ”
He was torn between his desire to remain right where he was and the overwhelming urge to watch his daughter enter the world. Maren nudged him, making the decision for him. He moved toward the end of the bed, his eyes widening as he saw the baby’s head cradled in the doctor’s palm.
Suddenly she slid fully out in a rush of fluid, blood and God only knew what else. Safely into Doc Campbell’s waiting hands. The nurse immediately began to wipe her down, stimulating her and then the sound of a baby’s cry went up.
It was the most beautiful sound Steele had ever heard in his life.
“Want to cut the cord, son?” Doc Campbell said, extending an instrument toward Steele.
Steele froze. “What?”
“Cut the cord,” Doc Campbell said impatiently. “Right here. Just snip. ”
With shaking hands, Steele did as he was directed and then the nurse took over, clamping the umbilical cord and taking the baby to wrap her in a blanket. The next moment, the nurse handed the baby over to Steele and he was holding his daughter.
His daughter.
His perfect, beautiful, red faced, gorgeous, squirming little girl.
“Thought you might want to hand her to her mama,” the nurse said quietly.
Oh yeah, he did. No one else. He wanted to be the one to place their daughter in Maren’s arms for the first time.
Reverently, he stepped toward the head of the bed where Maren lay against her pillow, looking tired but elated. He leaned down, gently placing their daughter into her arms.
Maren’s entire face lit up, so brilliant, so much joy that it almost hurt to look. He leaned down with her so they could both hold her and then Maren slipped her gown down, guiding the baby to her breast.
Steele watched in fascination as instinct took over and their daughter rooted and finally latched on, taking her first sips of her mother’s milk. Oh, he knew it wasn’t milk. Yet. Maren had explained all the intricacies of labor and delivery, throwing around terms like colostrum and a whole host of other things that didn’t make any damn sense to him. He left all the medical terms to her. He was only interested in the end result.
Maren and their daughter in his arms, his family.
“She’s beautiful,” Steele said huskily.
“Yeah, she is,” Maren whispered. “We did it, Steele. ”
“No, you did it,” he corrected her. “You must be exhausted. ”
She gave him a tired smile. “I am, but she was so worth it, don’t you think?”
“Yeah. Absolutely. ”
As he gazed down at the two most important women in his life, he realized just how quickly someone could fall in love. In two seconds flat, that little girl held his heart right in her tiny hands and she’d never let it go.
“I love you,” he said gruffly, pressing his mouth to her temple. “Love you so damn much, Maren. ”
“Love you too,” she said in a voice strained with fatigue but with all the gentleness and love that made her who she was.
God, he loved this woman. He couldn’t remember his life before her. Didn’t want to remember it or go back there. He only wanted to look forward. To a future brighter than the sun. Nothing was better than this. Right here, right now. There was never going to be a day more special than this one.
After the placenta was delivered and Maren was cleaned up, the nurse said they’d be taking the baby to the nursery for all the stuff—whatever that was—they did with newborns. Steele frowned. Oh hell no. Not before he got to show her off.
He glanced down, seeing that his daughter had loosened her hold on Maren’s nipple and had closed her eyes. Maren too had closed her eyes and so he carefully picked up the precious bundle, cradling her against his chest.
Without saying a word—he damn sure wasn’t going to ask permission to take his daughter to see everyone who was anxiously awaiting her arrival—he walked out of the room and down the corridor to the waiting area.
The nurse started to protest, but Doc Campbell held up his hand. “Let him go. Give him a few minutes. The baby will be fine. ”
Steele shouldered his way into the waiting room and every eye turned toward him. His team was there. Every single one of them. The Kellys were there. Maren’s parents. All gathered, just as they’d gathered all those months ago when Rachel had delivered the twins. He was a part of this now. It baffled him and humbled him all at the same time.
He stared at them all and smiled. Really smiled. A smile that no one in this room likely ever thought him capable of.
“I want you to meet my daughter,” he said proudly. “The most beautiful baby ever born. ”
Laughter went up. Cameras clicked, cell phones were held up to capture the moment where the ice man met the one thing guaranteed to melt him into a puddle on the floor.
A beautiful six-pound, eight-ounce baby girl.
