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“Hey, guys.”
“Felix.” I turn to my friend.
His eyes are dazed, the smile on his face ridiculously goofy as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me into a hug. “Come meet Seren.”
Relief. Elation. Hell, every happy shiny feeling I possess fills me until they’re escaping out my eyes in stupid, girly, happy tears. “You’re a dad, Fee.” My words come out all sappy and watery when he releases me and starts walking backwards, still grinning like he won the lottery.
“Laia did so good. She was amazing. They’re both amazing.”
Warm and huge, Mylo’s hand on the base of my back urges me forward. “Congratulations, man.”
We follow Fee though the white-tiled hallway, my legs like jelly, the only thing grounding me the hand on my back.
Laia glances up when we walk in, green eyes shining before she stares down at the bundle of pink blankets in her arms again. Her hair is a riot of dark blond waves, half out of its bun, she has bags under her eyes and a shunt in the back of her hand, but she’s never looked happier.
I pause by the door, Mylo behind me.
“Are we going in?” His lips almost brush my ear, his hand slipping from the base of my spine to my hip to nudge me into the room.
I’m not a crier—okay, I didn’t think I was a crier—the shuddering breath that leaves me when I cross the room says otherwise. “You made a baby.” I perch on the end of the worn green recliner by Laia’s bed and peek at Seren’s scrunched up little face, wide-eyed and wobbly lipped. “She’s perfect.”
“Come here, you.” Laia hands the baby to Felix and holds her arms out.
I hug her tight—but not too tight—the fact that she’s hugging me at all is a mini miracle. Laia’s been through it all. She isn’t a hugger. I sniff against her shoulder and pull away, wiping my eyes. “I love you, woman.”
“Love you back.” She lets me go and rests back into her pillows.
I blow out a breath. Look away. And bam. Just like that I’m… God knows what I am.
Nothing—and I meannothing—could have prepared me for the rush of who-the-hell-knows-what that floods me and all of my reproductive organs at the sight of this—him. I sink back into the chair.
Mylo is holding the baby.
I chew the inside of my cheek unable to look away, unable to even blink.
He whispers something as he rocks the tiny baby in his massive, tattooed arms.
Swoon. I’m swooning.
“Kenzi...”
I blink, lost in hormones.
“Zi? Kenzi? Everything okay? You want to hold her?”
“Who? Me? I’m fine.” I shake my head—try to regain control of my brain, not even sure who’s asking what.
“Laia asked if you want to hold her?” Mylo takes a step towards me, grinning… easy, comfortable. Something flips inside my chest at the sight of it.
“I might break her.” I hold my hands up to block him. “I’ll wait until she’s walking to be the favorite aunt, thank you very much.”
“You’ve never held a baby?” One eyebrow raised, the corners of his lips pull up.
“Not one this small.” I fold my arms over my chest. “Don’t tell me—you have fifteen nieces and nephews and run an orphanage in your spare time.”
He chuckles and sinks to a squat in front of me, the baby nestled happily in the crook of his big arm. “One nephew, one niece—no orphanage—yet.” Slipping one hand under Seren’s head and neck, he supports her bum with the other and holds her out for me to take. “Here, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“No. I can’t.” I sink back into the green leather. “I’ll break her.”
