AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I let him take the wheel as we leave my penthouse garage and head to the private hospital. I check the contents of the bag. Double check. Then triple check.
Ariana is an absolute rage monster with her pregnancy hormones, so I tossed a vibrator and twelve-inch dildo in the center of the bag just to watch her reaction in the hospital.
“Have you named your girl?”
“Not yet.”
I still can’t believe he’s beside me. Ten years ago, if you asked me what I thought about my dad, the words, “Dead to me” might have crossed my lips.
Now he’s driving me to the hospital to watch my first baby girl be born.
And I’m calling him Dad.
That happened after the first anniversary of Uncle Vince’s death, and we admitted life is too short to hold grudges against the ones we love.
We’ve been mending our relationship since. It hasn’t been overnight, but it’s happened.
The nurse rushes us to Ariana’s room, remembering my face from the million trips we’ve taken here—and the large donation I made to make sure my girls get the best care.
Everett is already here, sitting outside the room. He was with Ari when her water broke, picking him up from school.
He hugs my leg when I reach him then jumps onto Dad’s back. “She’s making weird noises.”
I ruffle his hair, then enter the room. He’s right. Ariana is moaning and groaning and making literally every noise in between. She sounds like she’s speaking whale as the nurses tell her to breathe.
“I am breathing! How the fuck do you think I’m still alive?!”
See?
Rage monster.
She’ll be appalled when the baby is born and she finds out she actually yelled that.
“Oh, thank fuck,” she says when she sees me. Her hand reaches out for me.
I grab it and intertwine our fingers. “I think fucking is what got us here in the first place, Mrs. Romano. We should have stuck with anal.”
The nurse’s cheeks turn bright pink. I’m tempted to wink at her as Ariana clamps down on my hand with the force of a Sumo wrestler.
At this rate, I’ll be in the E.R. getting a hand transplant before the baby is born.
I let her hold down until my hand is numb, I don’t think feeling will ever return to it, and I’m considering how I’ll finger her without my fingers.
An hour passes.
Then another.
And another.
Ten hours later, I hear the first cry.
Our baby.
It’s a blur as the nurses take her away, clean her, bring her back, and a million other things I can hardly process because another human has entered this world, and she’s ours.
She looks exactly like her mother.
She looks exactly like her mother.
