Page 9 of If You Could Only Dream
“Okay…yeah…yeah, sure,” Michael said into the phone. “Let me talk to Shane first, Mase.” I smiled at his tone. I was so lucky to be married to this man. “Hey, Pretty Girl, I hear you’re finally ready to give all of us a baby?” He was quietly listening to her, then said, “Sophia and I are on our way and everything is going to go perfectly, Shane. It has to, you hear me?” He listened for a few seconds, before saying, “I love you, too, Pretty Girl. Now go and shoot out a healthy baby.”
He hung up and looked over at me. “Shane is going to give the world the most perfect little Buchanan,” I gushed.
Michael chuckled. “Hopefully, Mason doesn’t drive her insane in the process. He sounded like he was losing his goddamn mind on the phone.”
I hopped off the counter as Michael took a step back. “What are we waiting for?” I asked, gleefully. “I want to witness The Great Mason Buchanan losing his shit!”
Chapter 9
Mason Buchanan~
It took six hours and seventeen minutes for me to finally meet my son.
Michael Adam Buchanan.
We hadn’t told Michael or Shane’s foster dad, Adam, what we were naming the baby if it turned out to be a boy. Just like the sex, we wanted the entire experience to be a nice, loving surprise.
We were in a private birthing room that I donated a shit ton of money to the hospital to have. Everyone was waiting on the other side of an adjoining room, where they sat-or paced-until Shane and I gave them the okay to join us.
Watching Shane give birth was a miracle and horror all at once. I hated how she was in so much pain-she went drug-free-but, at the same time, what she was doing was astounding. Witnessing what she was capable of made every one of Aiden’s revered comments about women make complete sense now.
I looked down at my wife, while cradling our son, and told her the only thing I could say. “You are the most perfect thing in my life, Shane. And I’m going to fucking love you forever.”
Her eyes watered and spilled over, but her smile was captivating. “Should we let them in now?”
I nodded and gave her a quick once over to make sure she was as presentable as possible. Once I was satisfied, I walked over and opened the door to the adjoining suite. I immediately stepped back and over to Shane’s bedside when I heard Michael let out a whoop.
He was coming full speed.
And, just as I expected, he stopped next to Shane on the other side of the bed, leaned down and kissed the shit out of the top of her head. “Hey, Pretty Momma,” he murmured against her hair.
Shane’s arms reached up and around to give him the best hug she could from her sitting position. “Hey, You,” she whimpered, her entire demeanor full of love. I took the baby so everyone could hug her.
One by one, everyone else filed in after him; Sophia, Aiden, Denise, Justice, Gabriel, Adam, Maggie and our mother, who was wise enough to leave our father at home. I scanned everyone’s faces, and it was incredible how much love was in this room.
“Oh, Shane,” Justice muttered, “you did it.”
“How are you feeling, babe?” Denise asked her.
“You look horrible,” Sophia grimaced, honestly. “But you look so damn happy and…perfect.”
“Fuck that shit,” Aiden boomed. “What do we have, damn it? A niece or a nephew?”
Shane laughed as I cradled Little Michael closer to my chest. She took mercy on him. We all knew Aiden wanted a tribe of little girls. “You have a nephew, Aiden,” she beamed.
“Oh, thank you, Jesus,” he rushed out, while everyone else laughed around him.
“A perfect, healthy, bouncing baby boy,” I confirmed.
“Oh, my,” Maggie muttered as tears ran down her face. She reached over and grabbed Adam’s hand. “We have a grandson, Adam.”
I looked towards my mother, and Natalie Buchanan did something I’ve never seen her do, she let tears run down her face, ruining her perfect makeup. She smirked at me. “There are four of you, so I expect, at least, ten more of these perfect little creatures to fill our lives, Mason.”
My brows shot up. “Shane and I can give you three more, but that’s it,” I compromised.
“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” Michael chanted as he elbowed his way around the bed to get to the baby. I already had my arms out, passing him to Michael’s outstretched hands. He stared down at the little bundle and then up at me. “He’s beautiful, Mase,” he choked out.
I glanced down at Shane and she gave me a small nod. “Uhm, I’m glad you think so, Mike.” He looked up at me and grinned. “Uh, because…well, it would suck if you didn’t like him seeing as how his name is Michael Adam Buchanan,” I said, finally revealing the little guy’s name.
