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“Nix,” I replied with a nod of my head.

Jenna sat up in bed and looked as beautiful as she always did. Like an angel with her golden hair falling across her shoulders. She wore a white hospital gown and looked so pale against the bed linen. The shadows under her eyes showed she was tired.

“Hi, Wynter. No swearing in front of the baby, please Jax,” Jenna added with a flick of her head toward the infant.

“My bad, apologies,” Jaxon apologised holding his hands up. Jenna beamed at him.

Her daughter was lying in a Moses basket close to the bed, her little meaty fists covered in scratch mittens. She was so cute with colouring like her father's and fuzzy dark hair. The gurgling noises she was making would probably make most women’s uteruses skip a beat.

Nixon lingered at the bottom of the bed as Jaxon approached Jenna and leaned over, kissing her cheek. Nixon remained where he was but his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Hi, gorgeous. Did you miss me?” Jaxon questioned drawing back and shooting Nixon a cocky look. I lowered myself onto the empty chair by the bed. Big dick contests tired me out.

“Alright back off shithead,” Nixon laughed, striding around the opposite side, and jamming his thumb in the air to motion for him to back off.

Jenna rolled her eyes and gave me her full attention. “I’m so pleased you came. You just missed my mum and dad. I’ve had so many visitors today, it feels a bit like I’m a celebrity,” she said. Her voice was so soft and sweet.

“Daisy sends her love and that she’s planning on coming with Marcus tomorrow if that suits you.”

“That’s fine, I think I’ll be in here a while.”

Nixon cut in and explained that Jenna wouldn’t be discharged until the end of the week due to a couple of complications. I felt my heart sink for her; she hadn’t had it easy over the last two years; baby-wise.

As we digested the news, Jaxon moved to stand just behind where I was sitting. “Nothing too concerning I hope?”

Jenna shook her head. “No. I just have a couple of routine checks that need to be done. It’s all fine. So tomorrow would be great for Aunt Daisy to come. I’m looking forward to meeting Marcus properly.”

Jaxon shuffled around me to stand beside the chair, his strong thigh close to my shoulder. “Don’t get too excited,” he grunted.

I tutted and shook my head. “Ignore Jaxon, Marcus is lovely. Unlike one of his apples which fell mighty far from the tree.” I then changed the subject as Jaxon chuntered something under his breath and Nixon chuckled. I glanced across at the basket. “Aww Jenna, she’s beautiful; takes after her mummy. Sorry Nixon, no offence,” I whispered, flicking a glance at her husband. He was watching us both with a keen eye.

“None taken.”

I turned back to Jenna, my eyes roaming over her soft features. “How do you feel?” A silly question considering she’d just given birth the day before.

“Tired.”

My brow threaded. “How did it go? No gory details though, please.”

Nixon caught my attention as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and replied, “She was fucking awesome. Handled it all like a queen.”

Jenna and Nixon’s eyes linked across the small space and I felt a swell of something in my chest.

“Do you want to hold her?” Jenna suddenly asked, moving to lift her daughter from the basket. She rocked her against her shoulder and she released some more baby noises. Too cute.

I pushed my brain into gear as I watched Jenny with her child. She was a natural and I suddenly felt nervous. The number of babies I’d held would be zero. “Err, OK.”

I shuffled forward in my seat, glad that I was sitting; the thought of dropping her circling my head. I held out my arms and she carefully arranged the squidgy little body into them.

“That’s it, just hold her head. Perfect.” Jenna helped me to place my hand under her daughter’s neck to support her head. She smelled of talcum powder.

“A baby looks good on you Wynter,” Jaxon chuckled as he dropped to his haunches so his head was almost level with mine. He swept one of his fingers gently across the baby's head.

“Whatever,” I volleyed back, noting the mocking element of his words.

“Just saying.”

Jenna moved her gaze from her daughter and shot a look toward Jaxon. “Do you want to hold her Jaxon?”

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