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In fact, I am crying, tears rolling down my face, and Kenna begins to sob after the relief having the baby out and everything going okay.
“Is she okay?” she asks. “What does she look like?”
“Beautiful,” I choke out, finally letting go of Kenna’s hand and going over to look at the baby.
We’ve picked out names already, Samuel for a boy and Delilah for a girl.
Kenna kind of has a thing for biblical names.
Delilah weighs seven pounds and six ounces, and she’s utterly perfect, with what promises to be Kenna’s blue eyes.
“They could change, you know,” Kenna says tiredly as they put the baby on her chest after closing her up.
“They won’t,” I say firmly. “She’s going to look just like my wife.”
Kenna smiles up at me. “I am your wife, aren’t I?”
“Now and always,” I tell her, kissing her forehead.
Kenna’s exhausted from the c-section and is now breastfeeding our girl, when she is done, I’ll burp her and change her. Watching my wife breastfeed my child is a miracle in and of itself. It’s beautiful. I missed out on that with Eli and Maggie, since Suzanna insisted on never breastfeeding.
Speaking of her, shortly after I proposed to Kenna, I reached out. We came to an agreement. I gave her quite a bit of money, and she gave away the rights to the kids. We talked about it and she said she never wanted kids anyway, so this was really for the best. She had left us because she felt we were suffocating her and she needed to be free.
This way, she has her desired freedom and she can’t come into their lives and wreak havoc any time she wants and she won’t be able to sue for custody anytime she feels like she needs money anymore.
I’d been willing to pay whatever it took, and she took my first offer, so I’d say it’s a win-win all around.
I talked to the kids and they said their mama was Kenna, so we talked and Kenna who cried a river when Maggie and Eli asked her to be their mama forever, so we immediately started the adoption process.
Then, two months ago, news came out, very publicly, might I add, that Suzanna’s new husband was filing for bankruptcy, and they were broke. Turns out he was involved in some sort of scam and was even at risk of going to jail. And so was she. She tried to talk me into giving her more money, but all her papers had been signed by then and money had already exchanged hands, so she had no rights and no way to demand more and I had no obligation toward her.
The final adoption papers were signed the day before our wedding. Kenna is now officially Maggie and Eli’s real Mama.
The kids come to see the baby a few hours later, and Maggie cheers and Eli groans to find out that it’s a baby girl, but they’re both enamored with her the moment they see her.
She reaches out and grips both of their fingers with her little hands, and they look at each other as if something magical has just happened.
I guess it has. We have a healthy, happy baby girl. We have our two other kids. Kenna has the big family she’s always wanted, and I have my girl and my kids and I can’t even find words to describe how wonderful the world feels.
“How long before we can go back to Disneyland?” Eli asks, and I chuckle.
“I’m not sure, buddy.”
“Can we wait until Lilah is older?” he asks, already giving his sister a nickname, and I can’t help but break out in a big smile, even though tears are still threatening at the backs of my eyes.
Tears of joy.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“I want her to ride the teacups with us,” Eli says, looking down to marvel at his baby sister, and Maggie puts an arm around him.
I take a snapshot of my three kids and I plan to put it on the mantle and have it forever, show our grandkids. Today is more magical than any wedding, any honeymoon, even Disneyland.
Today is when our real family is complete.
Kenna’s parents watch the kids that night because Delilah is a bit jaundiced and has to spend the night under UV rays, and I sit next to Kenna’s hospital bed and hold her hand, sleeping on the edge of her bed and it’s uncomfortable and my back aches when I wake up, but it’s perfect.
I’ve got everything, and I’m never going to let it go.
