Page 216 of High Stick Heartthrob


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Eventually.

Waiting to hold my daughter.

What kind of cruel punishment is this?

Hazel got to her feet as I held her hands.

“You know I can just push you around,” I said.

“I’m walking.”

“It’s quicker if-”

“Atlas,” she growled.

Her voice cracked already.

“Walking it is,” I said.

“You saw her, right? How is she?”

“I told you already. She’s beautiful. She looks like her mother. Took my breath away when I saw her.”

“Not just because of her size?”

“Hazel…”

“What did I do wrong, Atlas? Why did it happen this way?”

“You did nothing wrong. I already talked to the doctor. It happens It’s just… I don’t know, love. Think of it this way. You were with someone. Charles did the right thing.”

“She’s not supposed to be here yet,” Hazel said. “We don’t know what we’re doing yet, Atlas. We don’t have a house or a place for her. We don’t have a nursery. We don’t have anything. I’ve been so distracted with everything else. With Gram’s house. With those pictures. With Charles. With you.”

“I already told you what the plan is, love,” I whispered. I touched her face. “It’s all going to work out. Think of it this way. We get to find a place and get the nursery together while we get to see our daughter.”

“How can we leave this place without her?”

“It won’t be easy.”

“I’m never leaving.”

“Okay,” I said. “I support anything you want, need, and decide. Now let’s go meet her. Together. AsMomandDad.”

That’s when Hazel cried again.

I pulled her against me and held her tight.

Gone was the hard, oversized belly. Gone were the little flutters, kicks and punches.

That part hit me hard.

But our daughter was here.

I didn’t give Hazel a choice when I guided her to the wheelchair.

I pushed her from her hospital room and we traveled to the NICU together.

As we approached our daughter, I felt my eyes get misty.

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