Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Gabriella looks at me and then at Dr. Emmy. “You have to give her something.”
“It’s too late,” Dr. Emmy says, “Okay, Abigail, when your next contraction comes, I want you to bear down and push.” The nurse comes over and places one of her feet into the stirrups and then does the same thing with the other foot. “Looks like it’s coming.”
There is a lump in my throat that feels like it’s the size of a baseball. “Okay, here we go,” the nurse says. “Push, Abigail.” Abigail bends her head forward as she pushes, the sounds of her yelling fills the room. I want to tell them to stop it all, I want to tell them she needs to be given something. I want to tell them this is all too much and I can’t stand to see her like this. “One, two, three…” the nurse says as I count with her until ten.
“Okay, stop pushing,” Dr. Emmy says. “You are doing great.”
All I can do is rub her head and all I want is to do is pull her into my arms. “You are doing amazing,” I praise her and look over at Gabriella, seeing her quietly sobbing as she nods her head. “You are so strong.” I’m silenced by Dr. Emmy, who tells her it’s time to push again. Every single time it feels like it’s going longer and longer. It feels like it’s been forever, but it’s only be four minutes.
“I can’t do this,” Abigail says exhausted, as she collapses her head back.
“You can do it,” I urge her and she looks at me. In that moment I know what I need to do.
“Marry me,” I say the words before I even think about it.
“Did you just ask her to marry you while she’s pushing out your child?” Gabriella gasps. “She still needs a push gift.”
I glare at her then look back down at Abigail. “I’ve loved you for so long.” I push back the hair that has fallen onto her forehead. “Living with you these last couple of months has been a dream come true.” I smile at her. “I want to see you with my ring on your finger. I want to grow old with you. I want to know that every single day you know how much you’re loved and I want to be the one who tells you.” My own tears are running down my face. “I want to make more babies with you.”
“More babies?” she questions, smiling at me through her tears. “Like in a couple of years maybe.”
“Whenever you want,” I tell her, kissing her lips then Dr. Emmy gets our attention.
“Okay, you to time to meet your son,” she says to us.
“Wait,” Abigail says to her then turns to me. “Yes,” she confirms, smiling and then I can see pain on her face. “I’ll marry you.”
“You guys are so freaking weird,” Gabriella says. “Can we just focus on one thing at a time?”
“You can do this,” I tell Abigail, who nods at me. It takes her four more pushes before the doctor places our son on her chest. She wraps her arms around him and cries, I can’t even stop the sob from coming out of me. My chest is so full of love, I have no idea how I’ve ever lived without the two of them. I put my hand on top of her and look down at our son, who is just looking around at us.
“Dad,” Dr. Emmy says, “time to cut the cord.” I stand up and she hands me the scissors and yet again Abigail has given me a first.
“He looks so much like Penelope,” Abigail observes. “Hi, baby boy,” she coos kissing him.
“Are you okay?” I ask Gabriella, who just holds her hand to her mouth.
“I love him so much,” she says between sobs, “and I’m his favorite.”
I just laugh at her as the nurse comes and takes the baby off of Abigail, who looks at me with panic in her eyes. “You follow him and you don’t leave him.”
I nod at her. “Tristan,” Gabriella says, “you know the movie Taken?” My eyebrows just pinch together. “You fucking kill anyone who touches him.” She uses her thumb to mimic slicing her neck.
“What is wrong with you?” I ask her and she just rolls her eyes. I walk toward the side where the nurse puts our son, who is now just looking around.
“We have a big boy,” the nurse declares, “nine pounds fourteen ounces.”
“It’s a turkey,” Gabriella says, “your cooch is going to be like loosey-goosey.”
“Can you leave.” I look at Gabriella. “Go call the family.”
“Mom is going to be pissed,” Gabriella warns, coming over and taking a picture of him. “What’s his name?” she asks us and I look at Abigail.
“Penelope chose his name,” Abigail says. “His name is Payton.”