Page 51 of He Saved My Boy
I started out as your stalker.
Grinning, I’d turned to Davis, but Dani had ushered me to their mom Daisy, who handed me another card to read.
This time, it was a picture of us together on the riverboat tour.
What were the odds we’d be on the same tour?
The next photo had come from his brother Derek. It was a picture of the children’s hospital in Austin.
Or that you’d trust me enough to help Connor?
Derek’s wife, Tessa, handed me the next postcard. I had nearly choked on my own spit at the picture of Davis standing next to a giant rooster sculpture.
I come with a giant … Rooster. (Yes - pun intended)
And sure enough, Luke stepped up with a multicolored sculpture of a giant rooster in his hands. By now, tears streamed down my cheeks from both anticipation of what was to come and his audacity. Oh my God, that man has always made me laugh—thank God his family has a great sense of humor.
Next was a card from Damien. It was a postcard of his family from our first Renegades game. Everyone except his parents and grandparents were in the photo. It had been taken at dinner that evening.
And an invasive family—who will have your back until the end of time.
Then my dad came up and handed me a picture of my mom, dad, Davis, and Connor from the first time Davis had come to meet them.
We give you our love and blessing.
Last was a card from my sweet boy. He walked up as confident as ever and reached for my hand to walk me to Davis. When we were only a few feet away, he put his card into my hand and said, “I love you, Mommy… and Davis, too.” His card slayed me.
It was a picture of the three of us.
This time, it was written in Connor’s handwriting.
I’m ready if you are.
PS—can I have a puppy?
Then he placed another one in my hand as he said, “Mine didn’t fit on one card, so you get two.”
Or maybe a little brother?
Then my little man walked me to Davis. Before he let go of my hand, he turned me to him and said, “Can we marry Davis?”
When I returned my attention to Davis, he’d been on one knee with a ring in his hand. “What do you say, Teagan? Will you be my wife, so Connor can be my son?”
Of course, I’d been a blubbering mess by that point and said something I don’t recall, as I’d jumped into his arms and gave him my answer.
“Teagan, need help with that?” Daisy breaks me from my trip down memory lane.
Shaking my head, I quickly tell her, “No. I’ve got this. But can you help Cameron get into the high chair so we can sing to her? Davis is helping Connor grab the plates.”
Cameron has been our best surprise yet. Davis had convinced me to ditch birth control pills the moment we were married, so we could work on getting Connor his requested sibling. The moment we found out I was pregnant, I couldn’t contain Davis’s excitement. I swear, if he could have, he would’ve rented a giant jumbotron or took out an ad on national TV. He was so excited to become a father. What’s funny is he knew I was pregnant first, so I didn’t even have to go through the process of telling him. Apparently, my boobs had grown and I was a bit emotional, so he made me take a test.
It’s been so much different having a partner to help me with my pregnancy and newborn stage. I’m sure Jacob would’ve been a great dad, but he never got that opportunity. Davis has been here every step of the way, and I can’t help but love him more each day. Not only did he adopt Connor when we married later that summer, to make him his, but his daughter has him wrapped around her little finger, too.
Setting the cake on the table we’d set up outside, I feel two strong arms snake around me. “It’s hard to believe our baby turns one next week.”
Spinning around in his arms, I loop mine around his neck. “I know, and next year, we’ll have three kids under the age of six.”
He runs a hand over my stomach. We haven’t told anyone yet as I’m forcing him to wait until I’m twelve weeks along, but I can already tell that might be a huge feat for him as he’s so excited to add to our family.
