Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
So much pain that I could see it on his face now.
“Mig,” I started.
He started to reply, but shook his head when he saw someone come out after him.
“I’ve got the extra band if you’d like to have it,” a new nurse said, offering it to Mig.
“Can you put it on my fiancé?” He asked.
The nurse jolted, and I could hear the other nurse’s scoff at my side.
I didn’t bother looking at her.
“Yes, I can do that,” she confirmed.
So that was how I’d been given the hospital bracelet that the mothers wore indicating that the baby was theirs.
Mig had an identical one on his wrist, albeit much larger.
“Well, if y’all want to follow me to the nursery, we’ll get baby Vitaly cleaned up for you, and then we’ll give you a room of your own,” the nurse said, sounding jovial.
I would love this job.
Who wouldn’t want to help deliver life every day?
“Do you…do you think,” Mig said once he got to the door. “Do you think you could go in there with him? I need to go sit with Jennifer while she wakes up. Explain what’s going to happen now. But I don’t want him to be alone.”
My heart hurt.
Jennifer may have been a bad person, but I knew that this had to be hard on her.
“Yeah, I can do that. I’ll go in there with him,” I whispered. “Then we’ll wait for you in the room they give us. Do you think you can wait long enough to tell your Nonnie which room?”
“It’ll be the same one we had the mother in earlier,” the nurse at my side said. “We’ll move Ms. Konn to another room.”
I nodded.
“Thank you,” I said.
Mig wrapped his arms around both me and his son, pressed his lips against my forehead, then left.
“I hope you got your camera ready,” the nurse said. “Because you’re about to get some good pictures of us cleaning him up and giving him his first bath.”
I was nervous.
I looked down at the little boy that looked so much like Mig that it hurt, and I smiled.
“Yeah, I’ve got my camera ready,” I confirmed.
And boy did Mig’s boy scream.
Vitaly Andrew Konn was going to be a bruiser, too.
He was eight pounds and twenty inches long, a healthy weight for a full term baby.
“His lungs sound great, don’t they?” The nurse asked.
I nodded.
“Yeah, they do,” I confirmed, snapping another picture.
I looked up when someone tapped on the glass, then grinned and waved.
All of the members of the Uncertain Saints were outside, looking through the glass at me and Vitaly.
Peek, Wolf, Ridley, Core, Casten, and Griffin.
Then there was Alison holding Wolf’s son, Nathan, squeezed in under Peek’s arm.
She gave me wide eyes, and I held up my fingers, signaling he was eight pounds.
“Looks like you’ve got an excited bunch out there,” the nurse observed.
I smiled and studied Mig’s brothers.
They were excited, even though they’d never admit it.
They were all badasses…it was badass rule number one: do not show any emotion other than badass.
And, apparently, being excited about a tiny little baby wasn’t allowed…not that they were hiding it well.
“Yeah, they’re pretty excited,” I agreed.
“Here, I’ll let you do this,” she said, handing me the diaper.
I looked at it, then looked at Vitaly.
He was still screaming, and even though the room was warm, he most certainly was not happy about being out in the open where he could flail his arms.
“Okay,” I took the diaper, then opened it.
Then I studied Vitaly to see how best to pick him up and get his underneath of him.
“Here,” she said, placing it down on the table.
Then she lifted his legs, which pulled his little booty in the air, and placed him back down on top of the diaper.
“Now do it,” she ordered.
I did as she instructed, and I had to admit, I was quite proud of myself.
“It’ll get easier the more you do it,” she laughed. “Now I’ll teach you the art of swaddling.”
And damned if she didn’t swaddle Vitaly up like a little baby burrito.
She even did it better than Chipotle.
“Wow,” I said. “You’re good at that.”
She winked, then placed Vitaly into my arms.
His eight pounds felt like a solid, secure weight in my arms, and I wanted to hold him forever and ever.
Mig might protest that, though.
So I’d be nice and give him a turn…every once in a while…when I felt like it.
“Alrighty,” she said. “I’ve got your feet and hand prints. We can take him back to your room now, and I’ll bring you a bottle in just a few minutes so you can feed him.”
“Okay,” I said hesitantly.
She caught my hesitance and laughed.
I walked slowly out of the room, smiling widely when I was bombarded by men at least a foot taller than me.
“Let me hold him,” Peek demanded.
“No. He’s mine,” I glared at him.