Page 34 of Bound by Love
“That’s it, that’s it. I see the head. We’re almost there. Don’t stop!” Dr. Glas ordered.
From deep within, Brie harnessed the last of her strength, gritting her teeth and pushing with everything she had, knowing her daughter’s life hung in the balance. Another primal scream escaped her lips, with Sir’s words of encouragement filling her ears.
Brie’s whole body shook from sheer effort as she forced the baby out and her child slipped into the ready hands of the doctor.
Brie collapsed onto the bed immediately afterward, thoroughly spent. She felt Sir’s reassuring touch stroking her cheek. “Is she okay?” she croaked.
Instead of crying, which Brie was waiting to hear, there was only silence.
“Is something wrong?” Brie cried out.
“Nothing is wrong,” Dr. Glas assured her. “Your little girl seems to be quietly taking it all in.” Brie watched as he began rubbing her tiny back. Suddenly, the reassuring sound of her healthy cry filled the room.
Brie closed her eyes and let the tears fall as relief flooded through her. She opened them again when she felt Sir’s hand on her cheek. “Well done, little mama.”
Instead of placing the baby in Brie’s arms, the nurse took her from the doctor, whisked her away, and began quickly working on their child.
“Dr. Glas?” Brie questioned him, concerned.
He lowered his mask. “You did well, Mrs. Davis. She may be a wee one, but she is healthy. While my nurses take care of her, I’ll go ahead and stitch up your small tear.”
“Can’t I hold her?”
“Since she surprised us with an early arrival, it’s important we check her over first,” he explained. Putting the mask back on, he prepared to begin the procedure.
Before he began, Brie bravely voiced her request, “Could you make it a little tighter?”
“No,” Sir stated beside her. “Tighter would not be an improvement. I’d like you just the way you were.”
The doctor smiled behind the mask. “Spoken like a true gentleman.” Dr. Glas winked at Brie, assuring her, “I will do my best to restore you to your previous state, Mrs. Davis.”
Brie stared up at Sir, suddenly exhausted to the core of her being.
“I’m so proud of you, babygirl. You were amazing.”
Brie smiled, but then the tears started up when she imagined how hard this birth would have been if he had died in the plane crash.
Sir leaned down and whispered, “There’s no need to cry, my love. This is a happy day.”
Brie stared intently at the nurse’s back while she handled their baby. Once the doctor was done with Brie, he walked over to assess the child himself.
“A healthy girl at six pounds on the dot,” he announced.
The nurse turned around with the tiny baby in her arms. “Would you like to hold her now?”
“Please!” Brie begged.
Walking over to her, the nurse laid the baby on Brie’s chest.
She looked at her daughter in awe. Her skin was a warm olive tone, a testament to her father’s Italian heritage. Her soulful eyes also reminded Brie of Sir, but that pert little nose and arched lips came from Brie’s side of the family.
This little miracle was the perfect combination of the two of them. With tentative fingers, Brie caressed her soft head, covered in brown peach fuzz.
You’re perfect.
Brie smiled as tears of joy ran down her cheeks when her daughter squirmed, making cute little baby noises.
“Isn’t she perfect, Sir?”
