Page 148 of Stay for Me
Epilogue
Brenna
~Nine Months Later~
“Just a few more pushes, Brenna,” the doctor says as she holds my knees apart.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” I chant as I bear down and try to shove this freaking kid out of me.
This pregnancy was never supposed to happen. Yet, here I am, staring up at my husband, cursing him because of that damn .01% chance that came to fruition.
And Jacob was smug.
We hadn’t talked about having or not having kids. Honestly, I thought we probably would, but not right away.
I wanted time.
I’d already started a marriage off with a pregnancy, and apparently, I was meant to do it again.
The only difference is that Jacob and I already loved each other. We didn’t get married just because we were pregnant. I guess there’s that bonus.
Jacob leans down and kisses my forehead. “I love you, beautiful.”
“Please don’t tell me that. I look horrible right now.”
“Not to me you don’t.”
“No lies, Jacob.”
His eyes dart to the doctor and then back to me. “Okay, you look like hell, but you’re bringing forth a baby, and really, no woman looks great during that. However, Catherine has a team ready the minute the baby is out, and in your first photo, you’re going to look like you squatted and the baby popped right out without any effort at all.”
I glare at him. “Are you trying to make me punch you?”
He at least has the decency to appear sheepish. “I was just telling you that no one other than this team of doctors and nurses, who have all signed NDAs, and me will ever know that you don’t feel beautiful. I think you are. Always. You’re flawless really.”
I’m definitely going to punch him. The doctor taps my leg. “Here comes another contraction. I want you to really push this time. I can see the baby’s head.”
Not like I have a choice. The pain comes on, and I squeeze Jacob’s hand, pushing with all my might.
“A little more,” she urges.
I try. I swear I do, but it’s so hard, and I’m so damn tired. Every muscle hurts, and I just want them to cut me open because this kid is not coming out on his own. I always thought giving birth was supposed to get easier with each kid, I was wrong.
“I can’t!” I yell and fall back.
The doctor tries to smile. “You’re doing great. Take a few minutes to breathe.”
Jacob’s lips are at my temple. “I love you, I’m sorry, I love you, I’ll buy you anything you want.”
It ends, and I look up at him. “Anything?”
He nods.
“I want you to buy a vasectomy.”
“Is that a new car?”
I glare at him. “No, and you know it.”
