Page 72 of Last Minute Fiancé

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying. So tell me.”

“My parents are in the waiting room. So are yours by the way.”

“I know, my mom just came back. You must have just missed her.”

I frowned, having forgotten that.

“Oh. Well.”

“As for your parents, good. They can be here for you for a minute, until they make it all about them and then they can leave. It doesn’t matter. They’re going to be grandparents no matter what. How much they’re in our child’s life? That’s on us. Not them. It’s an amazing thing. I’m so fucking protective right now that I know that we’re going to protect this kid no matter what.”

“Damn straight.” I leaned forward and kissed her.

I wanted to tell her that I loved her, that this was it, but I knew she would probably think that this was just because of the hormones and the situation.

So I would wait.

Even though I really wanted to tell her.

It took hours. Hours of sweat, ice chips, and pain.

The family circled in and out, each taking their turns to tell Addison how good she was doing, and then she was ten centimeters and fully effaced, things I knew way too much about now, and suddenly everything happened quickly.

They got her into position, and then I was holding her hand as the love of my life screamed and pushed, and a wriggling little whatever-covered baby started screeching, screaming its little lungs out, and I let the tears finally fall.

Keeley Lily Cassidy was born at 3:01 a.m. on a Tuesday.

After everyone was cleaned up, and our baby passed all her first tests, I found myself sitting in the large hospital bed next to Addison, her leaning against me and Keeley snuggled up to Addison’s breasts.

“She’s so beautiful. So tiny.”

I kissed the top of Addison’s head, then reached out to slide my finger along Keeley’s cheek. She was so small, her hand barely big enough to wrap around my thumb.

“How’s this even possible? She wasn’t here a couple hours ago, now she’s here, and I would break the world for her.”

“Same. Everything’s changed, Luca. We’re parents.”

“Damn straight.”

“We should probably stop cursing.”

“I think we can keep cursing for a little bit. She probably heard enough of it when she was in the womb.”

“This means I’m not on bed rest anymore, and we can finally show this baby girl the world. That we can do everything.”

“Are we going to tell her that she started off because of a birthday?”

“Maybe not the drunken part.”

“What about the fake part?” I asked, smiling as she beamed over at me.

She was so damn beautiful.

“Maybe she’ll like the fake part. I mean, telling her that her daddy was also her mommy’s fake fiancé? That’s a good story.”

I leaned forward and took her lips with mine.

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