Two more nurses enter the room with a small incubator looking contraption. Overhead lights drop out of the ceiling and McKinley’s legs are placed in stirrups that come out of the bottom of the bed. Everything happens so fast, and before I know it, she’s pushing.
“McKinley, you didn’t have time for an epidural. I’m giving you something in your IV to help with the pain, but I’m afraid it’s not near as effective. When you have a contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can and stop when I tell you to stop. It’s going to be painful, but I know you can do this,” the doctor tells her.
“Push,” he says from between her legs. McKinley latches onto my hand and pushes. “Dad, lift her leg and pull it back to her chest,” he instructs me.
“Baby.” I look to McKinley. Her face is flushed and covered in sweat. She’s beautiful.
“Just do what he says, Evan,” she snips. I don’t say a word because, one, she is not getting the good pain meds and, two, I can’t do this for her. If I could take her pain and have our son, I would. Instead, I’ll let her scream, yell, and cut the circulation off in my hands from her grip. Whatever she needs, I’m here.
This goes on for about fifteen minutes. Every time she has a contraction, another nurse and I hold her legs and she pushes.
“You’re doing great, McKinley,” the doctor tells her.
McKinley grabs my hand with an iron grip, so I know it’s another contraction. With each leg pulled to her chest, her hand squeezing mine, she bears down and a scream rips from her throat. My heart breaks. I hate she’s in so much pain. Then a scream altogether different echoes through the room.
“Congratulations, it’s a boy.”
Aaron Walker Chamberlin.
The doctor lays him on her chest and I can’t speak. My beautiful wife and our son, yet another moment I will never forget. Leaning down, I kiss Kinley on the forehead. “He’s perfect, baby. Thank you. You were so strong, so good. I love you.”
Eyes brimming with tears and a wide grin, she looks up at me. “I love you too, Daddy.”
McKinley and I are sitting on her bed, Walker in her arms. My arm is around both of them. “I can’t wait for Lex to meet him.”
“I know. Your mom is on her way. Aaron went to pick my parents up at the airport.”
“Yeah, she texted me. I asked her if she would text us and let us know when they’re here. I want Lex to come back before anyone else. I want her to meet him and know she’s special to us.”
This woman, I fall more in love with her every day.
“Daddy,” I hear Lex say.
I jump for the door and greet her. I give Kinley’s mom a hug. “Thank you. We will just be a few minutes. Kinley wants to give Lex some time with him.”
“No rush. She’s been talking about this for weeks. We will have all the time in the world to spoil both of our grandkids. You take all the time you need.”
“Hey, baby girl, you ready to meet your little brother?”
With a serious look on her face, she nods. “Awon Alker.”
“That’s right.” I walk over to the bed and take my seat next to McKinley. Lex settles on my lap and looks at him, a grin on her lips.
“I wove him.” She leans over to kiss him.
“Gently, sweetheart. He’s still really little. We don’t want to hurt him.”
“I not. I wove him.” She gives me a look like I’m crazy. My daughter is so much like her mother.
“Mommy ouch.”
“Yeah, mommy ouch is all better. I love you so much, Lexi, and now we also have a little brother to love,” McKinley explains. “You want to hold him?”
My eyes go wide, but McKinley doesn’t pay any attention. “You have to sit really still and let Daddy help you, okay?”
Lexi nods and becomes still as a statue on my lap. McKinley places Walker in our arms and Lexi giggles. “Baby,” she exclaims.
She’s still for maybe a minute before she squirms. “All done,” She announces, causing Kinley and I both to laugh.
I take Walker and lift him from her lap and hold him over her head. She slides down between McKinley and me, giving her momma a big hug and a kiss. I snuggle my boy close to my chest and take it all in.
My wife.
My Daughter.
My son.
What more could a man ask for?
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Chapter 1
Logan
Have you ever reached that point in your life when you know it’s time for a change? The point where you realize everything you’ve been fighting for is no longer worth the fight. I’ve reached that point as I sit and listen to Daniel, my boyfriend of three years, tell me once again that he thinks we need a break.
Daniel and I have been on again off again during our time together. He goes through these phases where he “needs a break” which really means he wants to stick his dick in someone else. It took me a while to realize what was happening; my friends tried to warn me, but I just would not listen. I was in love with him.
Keyword: was!
We’ve been through his ‘needing a break’ speech more times than I can count, and I’m done. Looking back, I realize it was the thought of Daniel that kept me holding on. He’s a great guy, good-looking. Tall, shaggy blond hair, physically fit. He’s good to me, well, until he decides he ‘needs a break.’ In reality, I guess I should thank him. At least he broke it off before cheating on me.