Page 60 of Nightstalker

“Daddy loves you babies, not too much longer. Be good for Momma and sleep.”

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Three months later

Jasmin

“I hate you,” I panted, giving Lincoln the death glare above all other death glares. Wishing he would go up in flames.

My crotch was on fire; my stomach was as hard as concrete and these contractions were killing me. Literally. I was going to die.

I had already pushed out one baby. A six-pound boy! I still had one more to push out. I wanted to die.

“You’re almost done baby. You are doing so good, come on one more.” Lincoln tried to coax me.

“One more? One damn more. No. Stop just cut it out. Please.” I was not above begging.

Holy sweet mother of God there was another contraction. I let out a scream. Holy fuck, that hurt.

“Push, Jasmin, get a hold of yourself and push!” That was my doctor. He was yelling at me. I was going to punch him in his throat any minute. You see, that is the problem with a male doctor. He can’t understand. A watermelon has never been pushed out of his dick. Fuck that noise.

Lincoln held my leg back while I pushed and grunted. I felt pressure, then sweet relief.

“The heads out, Jasmin,” the doctor informed me.

“Oh, thank God that is over.”

“Jasmin baby, the shoulders are bigger than the head.” Lincoln chuckled.

The asshole chuckled.

“I hate you! Please, serious as shit cut it out I cannot… AHHH”

There was another contraction and my body took over. I pushed one last time and baby number two slid out. I felt something wet and slimy on my stomach and there was my son, covered in blood and white slim. I didn’t even want to know what it was.

He let out a scream and I pulled him the rest of the way up to my breast. Naked, covered in slime and the umbilical cord still attached, he rooted around just like his brother did. I rubbed my boy’s cheek and looked up to find Lincoln holding my other son. My boys. Lincoln wasn’t even trying to keep his tears in check. He allowed them to roll down his face, a gift to me. He was letting me see what it meant to him.

Then it hit me. All those months ago when I was thinking about Drew and Julie wishing I would have that one day, I did. I had all that beauty. Lincoln gave that to me, Lincoln gave that to us.

“Thank you.” I smiled at him.

“Thank you, baby, for taking care of my boys, growing them, loving them. Thank you for loving me. There is no better gift that you could give me than my boys.” He stopped, his face breaking out into a heart stopping panty melting smile. “Unless you give me girls too, no boy should grow up without a sister to protect. It will teach them how to protect what is theirs, how to be a man.”

“Oh hell no,” I burst out laughing.

***

Twenty minutes later

Lincoln

The room was filled to capacity as each man on the team passed my sons around. Tom was standing next to Jasmin, whispering something in her ear that was making her smile. Damn, I loved seeing that woman smile. Nothing was better. Every day I loved that woman more, every night I gave thanks that she was mine. For the last six months the guys had been placing bets on the sex of the babies. We kept it a secret; just something for Jasmin and I to share. Now they were all yappin’ about names. We still hadn’t told anyone what we named them.

Jasmin glanced up and winked at me. She was listening to the conversation around the room as well. Now we were just keeping the names to ourselves because it was funny to hear them guess. Some of the names they had come up with were downright hilarious. She gave me a nod to go ahead and tell them.

“Can someone hand me Asher Thomas please?”

The room went quiet and Jax and Leo both looked down at the babies they were holding. They both looked ridiculous holding these tiny little bundles in their monster sized hands.