Page 44 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation 12
No one’s life is picture-perfect and neither is ours.Though, in my mind we do come pretty damn close.Well, maybe we need to skip a few hours of this day.Lyla’s water broke a little while ago and the contractions are hitting hard.
She’s been lashing out at everyone getting near her.Thank fuck we arrived at the hospital, so she’s in good hands.Shit.I can’t believe our little girl is ready to come into this world.A few months ago, our future consisted of separate lanes.Now?One road ahead of us with a beautiful sunset for us to ride off in.
Lyla shuts her eyes and groans as her upper body moves forward.My fingers are crushed when she squeezes the hell out of my hand.I grit my teeth and don’t say shit.I want to tell her everything is okay, that she’s fuckin’ amazing and so damn strong.
Honestly?I did when the contractions started, but she cursed me to hell and back, told me to shut the fuck up or leave.Damn sure I wasn’t going to leave, so shutting up was my best option.
Seeing her in pain is fucking with my head.I want to take on all the bad shit life throws at her, and some I can actually do.This, though?Giving birth to new life?A little girl we made together, which she cared for with her body all by her fucking self.There’s absolutely nothing I can do but stand on the sidelines and shut my mouth.
I’ll do it because this woman right here is my whole damn universe.The will to live is fueled by her existence.A loud screech rips through the air, and I blink a few times to clear the rambling thoughts my mind was sucked into.
A pink bundle covered in goo is held up and is screeching like there’s hell to pay for whomever did this.Fuck.She’s fierce like her mother.Mother.My woman is a mother, and I’m a fucking father.
“That’s it, sweet little girl.You let them know nobody fucks with Moxie Lynne Foley,” I proudly state.
Lyla snickers and when my gaze hits hers I can tell she’s tired as fuck.Reaching out, I cup the side of her face.There are so many things I want to tell her to let her know how fucking strong she is.
Yet, the only words tumbling from my lips are, “I love you so damn much.”
“Good,” she mutters.“But if you think I’m going to do this again soon?You’re out of your damn mind.”
I shoot her a grin and bite my tongue ’cause I want to let her know this whole birthing experience cost a few years of my life.Fuck.The reminder of standing on the sideline, watching her go through all that pain for hours?
Moxie Lynne is placed on her chest and I stare down at the tender look on Lyla’s face along with the tiny bundle of fucking joy.Swallowing hard, I come to the conclusion that I do want to have more of this solid love.A baby sister, or brother, for Moxie would be awesome.
No way I’m going to share my thoughts.For now, we’re going to enjoy the moment, relish in the magic life is filled with.I’m turning into a sappy bitch ’cause my eyes burn and I feel wetness slide over my cheeks.
This right here is the most amazing shit.Parents.I’m a father.The tiny bundle lying on my old lady’s chest is our responsibility.I’d give my life protecting these two, and I’ll kill anyone who touches them with the wrong intentions.Damn.The weight of this realization is crushing my chest.
A soft hand touches my face and wipes away the wetness.“Okay, I might have overreacted.At some point we will do this again, just not very soon, okay?”
Lyla winks and I have to clear my throat to swallow down all the damn emotions overwhelming me.By the look on her face I can tell she just teased me, knowing how this moment is touching my heart and mind combined.
I place a hand on our daughter’s back.“You did this.I was only part of the fun stuff while your body did everything else.”
She nuzzles the head of our baby girl.“Somehow, I think the easy part is behind us.Making sure she’ll grow up to make her own decisions one day to live her own life is what terrifies me.”
I place a kiss on Lyla’s head and then Moxie before I vow, “Easy parts or fucking hard parts, we’ll face everything together from here on out.”
“Damn right,” Lyla murmurs.
I chuckle.“We should probably tone down the curse words.”
Lyla snorts.“Definitely.Otherwise the first word she speaks will be fuck.”
“Well, I guess she’d make her namesake proud,” I state with laughter in my voice.
We stare down at our baby girl when Lyla muses, “Yeah.She’s going to be just as fierce.”
“We’ll make sure,” I vow.
My wife’s gaze hits mine and I can see my determination and protectiveness mirrored in her eyes.We’re a team, a united front, a loving family fulfilling our shared goals and dreams.And I can’t wait to experience what the future will hold for all of us.
