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“Nowhere, baby. Just in case I have to, one of the guys will be outside. He isn’t gettin’ near you or the baby.” Chy nods her head as the nurse moves to her side and checks the machines.

“I don’t like this,” she mumbles.

“I know how this looks, and it’s bad. I’ll be the first to admit bad for her. But I can promise you once he knows I’m here, he won’t come back around.” The nurse turns to look at Chy and then at me before nodding her head.

“She’s going to have this baby soon, and she doesn’t need any drama.”

“No drama here. I got it. There won’t be.”

“And who are you in this situation?”

“I’m the dad,” I tell her proudly. Chy gasps before I look over at her and see the tears pooling in her eyes. “You think I wouldn’t step up? I told you, you’re mine.”

“And the other guy?”

“Is a nobody,” I tell her. She smiles and nods her head. “I’ll make sure he isn’t allowed back down here,” she assures us before leaving the room.

“You don’t have to do this,” Chyanne tells me.

“I want this, Chy. When you were gone, I thought I was goin’ crazy. I couldn’t sleep or eat. I just wanted you.” Now, the tears pour down her cheeks. I walk back over and wipe them away, knowing she doesn’t need the extra stress on her right now.

“Thank you, Van.”

“Don’t thank me. This is what I want, Chy. Let’s just have this baby,” I tell her. She giggles a little before the doctors and nurses start filtering back in. They set up the room, getting Chy ready as I stand still like I’m out of place. I’ve never witnessed a birth before. I’ve never seen a baby be born, and I don’t know how to react to all of this.

Chy does everything they tell her to do. She pushes when they say push. She breathes when they tell her to. Hell, she’s a pro at this shit if you ask me. I stand next to her head, holding her hand as she does what she’s instructed until I hear the cries. Small little cries. Then, the baby is placed on her chest, and she looks up at me in tears once more.

“Damn, Chy. You did good, baby,” I tell her as I look at the little boy lying on her chest.

“Is he okay?” she asks as they wipe him off. Before I knew it, they took him from her and carried him over to the small bed they had set up for him. I watch in awe as they take his temperature and clean him up a little more.

“He looks good. Six pounds. Not bad for being a little early.”

“Six pounds?” I ask, looking between the doctor and Chy.

“Yeah, right at six pounds.”

“That’s okay, right? Not too small?” I ask, wanting to make sure everything is good with him.

“That’s a good size for him. He looks good. Breathing well on his own,” the nurse reports as I walk over and look at him. I can’t believe how small he is. There’s nothing to him. Just a tiny little body.

“Damn, Chy. He’s perfect,” I tell her while still looking at him. I can’t believe she made that little human. She made a little boy. She grew him inside of her for months and now here he is.

I watch in awe of everything they do. He’s so small. It’s hard to believe my nieces and nephews were that little at one point.

When they wrap him up and take him back over to Chy, I follow behind them. She holds him in her arms and cradles him to her, and I can’t stop looking at the two of them. I pull my cell out and snap a picture, sending it to Mask and the guys.

“They both okay?” I ask the doctor as they finish up with her.

“They both look great,” he tells me. I nod my head and run my hand through my hair, thankful everything is going well. She didn’t need any other stress. She didn’t need any more drama.

“He’s so cute,” Chy says, drawing my attention back to the baby.

“He looks a lot like you,” I tell her.

“Yeah, he does.” She smiles and I know that everything is going to be alright.

Chapter 18

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