“Luke, I’m right here. Look at me.” I wait until I get his full attention. “I know that had to be scary, but it will be fine. It doesn’t feel like the last time.” I call the nurse. When she enters, I ask, “Can you get the doctor?” She agrees to page him.
“What’s wrong?” He’s immediately fearing the worst.
“Nothing.” Once my doctor comes in, I start talking before Luke can bombard him. “Please, tell my husband that my heart is fine. The baby is fine, and we’ll all be okay.”
“I don’t like to say that, but I can tell you her heart is perfect. Looking at the EKG from today compared to last week, all of the damage is reversed. It sometimes happens like that once the patient is infection free and the heart muscle has time to heal. I foresee no problems.” Luke sucks in a shuddered breath and exhales.
“Now get me some ice chips and rub my back. Your son is making his grand entrance.” He gives me his trademark smirk, the one that has lights dancing in his eyes.
“You mean my daughter?” I shake my head at him. He’s so sure about this.
“We’ll see.” I kid him.
“Oh, Twinkle, I can’t wait to prove you wrong on this one.”
It’s been a few hours since I was admitted and I’m so damn tired. He notices and seems hyperaware of everything going on. “How much longer?” Luke’s a nuisance to the nurses.
“I’m calling the doctor now, it’s push time.” Her congenial smile doesn’t seem to calm him.
“Show time,” are the words the doctor chooses as he walks in and sits between my legs. I hope he isn’t expecting my vagina to break out in song and dance. I push, and push, and push some more. “I see her head,” he encourages me. Well, I win. I feel her head, squeezing through my fucking vagina. I may have to change that hole to an entrance only, no exit. “One more push, Phoebe. You’re almost there.”
I hear the cries before I see my miracle. “It’s a girl!” the doctor calls out. Luke just smirks beside me and bends down to kiss my forehead. “I bet she has your hair and eyes.” I’m not going to argue with him. He cuts the cord, and they place my daughter on my chest.
“She’s beautiful,” I tell him.
“She’s amazing,” he tells me. “A dancer, just like her mom.”
Emma Marie Nichols. 7.7 lbs. 21 inches long. Perfection created from the purest form of love.
Playlist
Chains by Nick Jonas
Goodbye to You by Michelle Branch
Even My Dad Does Sometimes by Ed Sheeran
Lay Me Down by Sam Smith
Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift
Amnesia by 5 Seconds to Summer
Just Say Yes by Snow Patrol
Everything by Michael Bublé
Acknowledgements
My betas- From the HFS to the “I think you meant this word” . . . . you have always supported me and encouraged me. When something didn’t work, or you wanted more you told me and for that made this story better. I love you girls and value your opinion more than you know. Danielle, Ebbie, Helena, Jen, Jeneane, Kristen, Monique, Stephie, Terri, and Tracy.
My Sassy Sweethearts- Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Reading when not 100% clean and when I ask for something it is done! Mad love to you ladies.
To all the bloggers and readers- THANK YOU! Sometimes I think we all forget that we are all one community and I personally would like to say thanks for taking a chance, thanks for reading and reviewing, and thanks for giving back!
Author Bio
Leigh Ann Lunsford is a stay at home mom turned author. She writes Romance/New Adult and loves her happily ever after in all books and movies. She lives with her husband, son, and four dogs in Fleming Island, Florida. When she isn’t writing or reading you can find her stuck in front of really bad reality shows or watching Sons of Anarchy. Leigh Ann has a filthy mouth and a huge amount of sarcasm that knows no end. She hopes to give the voices in her head an outlet with many more novels to come.
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Other Works by Leigh Ann Lunsford
Parker Siblings Series
Not Enough
Not Leaving
Not Hiding
Not Over
*Parker Siblings Series Box set is now available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble*
Pieces of Paisley
Brisé Page 19
