Page 85 of A Baby for the Texas Cowboy
“Typical Wolf,” she said. “Fast, early, pushy, and blazing their own path.”
His tension eased at the humor in her voice. “I’ll have a talk with her in a minute.”
“I think the lack of directional sense indicates a boy.”
“Ouch. You okay, baby?” He sat on a stool by her head and held her hand and kissed her forehead.
“Not feeling my legs and being filleted open like a fish was not my first choice for a Sunday afternoon activity,” she said. “Did you win?”
“Think so. Didn’t check final scores. But I did show Brawler who was boss. Two me and one him, in our face-offs.”
“Are you ready for this?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good. Me too.” She smiled and he kissed her again, his focus on Tinsley instead of what the doctors and her surgical team were doing to her body. “The baby was stressed when I got here. That’s why the C-section. And it flipped twice this past week, and then again when I arrived. I’m scared,” she whispered. “What if the cord gets tangled?”
“Baby’s fine,” he said, seeing the fetal heart rate monitor next to hers and hoping.
Let the baby be okay. He said a quick prayer and held her hand. The nursing team had take off her engagement ring and diamond wedding band, and he missed seeing the diamond winking at him, reminding him that this sparkling, brilliant woman was his.
“Good news,” she said. “Because of the C-section, I’ll be able to jump on the exercise bike in a few days.”
“We don’t have one. Aren’t you supposed to rest after a baby for, like, months?” Then he laughed. “Do you want one?”
She laughed. “Not a chance, cowboy. Why ride a bike when I can ride a horse and—” she pulled him in closer “—a bull rider?”
“I love you crazy mad,” he said.
“I love you crazier and madder,” she shot back.
“So it’s a competition, huh?” His lips curved in a smile. “You know I’ll always win.”
“No. That’s not a given at all.”
“Yes, it is. I’m the winner. I have you.”
“And now a healthy baby boy,” the doctor said, pulling a squirming, screaming next-generation Wolf into the world.
The End
