The Unknown (The Comeback Series Bonus Book Book 2)

by Marcie Shumway

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I growled low in her ear causing her to shudder.

  “Evan, you feel so good,” she breathed back.

  I could feel the tingle in my spine and knew i wouldn’t last much longer. It had been too long without her. Moving one hand from her ass, I brought it around to gently flick her clit. Her body started to convulse around my dick immediately and I pumped harder into her as I filled her with my seed.

  Holding her tightly against me and rubbing her back as we both came down, I kissed the top of her head. The fact that we hadn’t used protection came to my mind quick and hard, but I shook my head when I remembered we no longer needed it. Tears filled my eyes before I could stop them. Julie must have felt them as they spilled over because she quickly sat up, a look of concern on her face.

  “What?” she asked softly.

  Running my finger along the pink scar on her belly I shook my head. Knowing what I was thinking about, she closed her own eyes and let out a sigh. She had had her own time to deal with the hand we had been dealt, but I was still processing. Quietly, Julie got up, grabbed my tank top and pulled it on.

  As she cleaned herself up, I gently tucked myself back inside my pajamas. When Julie returned she pushed me so I laid back on the couch, grabbed a blanket and covered us up. I rubbed my hands up and down her back as she traced my tattoos up and down my arms. My tears had since dried, but the emotions within me were still raw.

  Julie’s pregnancy had been perfect. Not one issue aside from the minor morning sickness. We had thought labor and delivery would be the same. Unfortunately it hadn’t gone that way. Caleb had been breach with the cord around his neck. It had been stressful and unnerving to end up with an unplanned c-section, but my wife had taken it like a champ. When they pulled my son from her, it had only taken seconds before his cry had filled the room, and we both let out a sighs of relief. I still remembered it.

  “Let’s see what we have here,” the doctor said as she put her hands into Julie’s belly.

  “Why couldn’t we have found out what we were having?” I muttered to my wife as I absently caressed her head and watched the doctor anxiously.

  “Because it’s fun,” Julie answered with a little giggle.

  Despite the stress of knowing the baby was breech and that the cord was wrapped around its neck, both she and the doctor seemed relatively relaxed. I was the exact opposite—my knees danced under the hospital gown I wore and I couldn’t stop moving my hands. When Julie smiled at me, I leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

  “It’s a boy!” the doctor called out.

  I looked up and saw the doctor pulling him out and expertly removing the cord. Seconds later, a loud wail filled the room as a nurse took him to clean him up and check him over.

  My boy. My son.

  With a smile on my face and tears in my eyes, I leaned back down to kiss my wife. Only, something wasn’t right. Her eyes had started to roll back in her head and loud, insistent beeping filled the room.

  “Mr. Foster, you’re going to have to step out,” a nurse said, pulling on my arm.

  “Wait! What’s going on? Julie!” I pushed back against her arm to reach for my wife when the beeping got louder and sounded much like it did on those damn TV shows she watched.

  “She’s coding!” the doctor yelled, then looked over to see I was still standing there. “Dammit. Get him out of here!”

  Before I knew what was happening, the room turned into complete chaos. Nurses and doctors scurried around like ants during a rainstorm, blood was everywhere, and machines were sounding like sirens. I couldn’t breathe. My chest started to constrict and I was suddenly shoved from the room into the hallway.

  “Julie,” I whispered hoarsely as I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face.

  I couldn’t lose her. She completed me, she made me whole. There was no way I could raise a baby on my own, no way I could survive without her. A sob escaped me and I buried my face in my hands. I didn’t care who saw me or heard me. I let out everything in that hallway. My cries, my sobs, my prayers.

  “I got you, buddy,” I heard, as strong arms wrapped around me, bringing me against a solid chest.

  “I can’t lose her, Coop,” I blubbered, tears still sliding down my face uncontrolled and sobs wracking my body.

  “You won’t,” he promised, his voice laced with uncertainty, even with the strength behind it. “How’s the baby?”

  “It’s a boy,” I whispered when I could catch my breath. “His name is Caleb. Caleb Michael Foster.”

  “Strong name for a strong little boy, just like his father,” he assured me as he helped me to my feet. “Let’s go tell the others.”

  Cooper was my rock in that moment. My brother, my best friend. He pulled me to my feet and into the room with the others. We waited, prayed, and waited some more. I swear I had ten years taken off my life that day.

  Finally a nurse had come and taken us to my son, there was no word on Julie. Hours later, after everyone had oohhed and aahhed over Caleb, a doctor finally came out and delivered the news. In order to save my wife they had had to remove her uterus. There would be no more babies in our future unless we adopted. At that point all I had been worried about was the fact that she was alive.

  After a few complications, she had finally been released from the hospital. She had spent another couple months on bed rest and unable to do anything without my help. I had been so wrapped up in caring for both her and Caleb that I still hadn’t processed that we wouldn’t be able to have any more of our own. Now, with her in my arms and my baby’s breathing coming over the monitor, it was hitting me like a ton of bricks.

  “I love you, boss lady,” I whispered, kissing her head.

  “I love you back,” she murmured, as her breathing evened out and she fell asleep.

  Despite the fact that we couldn’t have any more children, I was happy with what we did have. Caleb was perfect and thriving. His little smile and baby blues melted my heart every time he turned them on me. And Julie, there were no words for how grateful I was that had able me keep her. She was my everything. My feelings for her grew every day and my admiration for her as a woman had grown with the birth of our son. I was one lucky son of a bitch.

  As always, I have to start by thanking my husband. Justin, I know you hear this all the time, but I wouldn’t be chasing this dream without you. I love you and appreciate all that you do for me more than you will ever know. Forever and always.

  My book team, Eric Battershell, Ryan Harmon, MG Bookcovers & Design, and T.E. Black Designs, you’ve all been amazing! I can’t tell you enough how much I appreciate the work and time you’ve contributed to this book. I’m so lucky to have you all!

  Jenn Wood, my friend, my editor, my cheerleader. Woman, I’m not sure you knew what you were getting into when we started, but I’m glad you didn’t.