Page 128 of My Knotty Mountain Men

I gasp, nearly passing out and staggering backward into Nolan’s arms.

My eyes are wide, pure shock at what the fuck just happened. This sweet little garbled baby cry leaves her, and I blink down at the gooey naked baby in Thomas’s arms.

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

“Holy fucking shit,” Aiden laughs.

A sob of joy slips out. I just gave birth to our daughter. In the car. Or in front of the hospital?

Either way, I just gave birth. She’s here. Our sweet little baby is here.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, Little One,” Aiden praises, causing tears to spill down my face. I’m a sweaty, gross mess. I’m pretty sure I’m covered in blood and other bodily fluids, but my pack looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.

Then they all look down at our little girl, and I wish I could capture the looks on their faces as they stare down at our pride and joy.

Aiden presses a kiss to my sweaty forehead. “I love you, Omega.”

“I love you too,” I croke out.

A flurry of activity happens as nurses rush out of the hospital, one with a wheelchair for me. Once they carefully help me into the wheelchair, they place a blanket down on my lap and instruct Thomas to place the baby in my arms because the placenta is still inside me.

Tears continue to spill down my cheeks as the adrenaline fades from my body, and I stare at my sweet daughter. My everything. “Hi, baby,” I coo. Even if she’s covered in gunk, she’s still perfect. “I’m your mama. And I know life is crazy right now, but I promise you everything is going to be okay.” I brush my finger along her little cheek.

I don’t care how much money Sylvia has or what kind of connections she could use, I will not stop until she’s locked up where she belongs, where she can’t hurt anyone anymore. She’s a danger, and she needs to be stopped.

Chapter 31

Violet

“She’s so damn cute,” Rylee gushes, cooing down at the little bundle in my arms.

“Isn’t she?” I grin, unable to take my eyes off my daughter. “She’s perfect.”

“Just like her mama,” Thomas says, grinning down at the both of us.

When I tell you, there's nothing hotter than seeing three buff, sexy men holding a little baby, I’m not even joking.

There have been a few moments where I said fuck the traumatic birth, give me another one. Right now.

But then I try to move, and I’m filled with pain, bringing me back to reality.

“So, does she have a name yet?” Jenny asks from where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

“She sure does.” Aiden reaches down to run his thumb over our daughter's cheek. “Hazel.”

“Aww, Letty,” Jenna says in awe. She’s standing next to us on my other side. “After your mom?”

Tears sting the back of my eyes as I nod before kissing my girl's little forehead. “Your nana would have loved you so much, sweet girl,” I tell her, my heart aching with the fact that my parents weren’t here to meet her. They used to talk about how much they missed me being little and couldn’t wait for me to have kids someday so they could love and spoil them.

With everything that's happened within the past year, I haven’t had much time to think about them. I’m not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Because when I did think of them, I onlyended up being sad. But that only made me feel guilty that I’ve been so busy with my bullshit that they hardly crossed my mind.

I know they would be proud of me. Proud of my overcoming everything I’ve been through, for fighting for my pack, and for being the best mom I can be with this little one.

After giving birth in the parking lot, I was whisked away to a room. We’ve been here a few days, the doctors wanting to keep an eye on the both of us after everything that happened.

The police were called about Sylvia and what happened back at the house. My Alphas were livid, ready to tear apart this town in search of her after I filled them in on everything that happened.

The girls managed to get a last-minute flight and came in later that night. They filled the police in on their part and what they heard over the phone.

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