Page 41 of Bound by Love
After the phone call, Sir gathered Brie into his arms. “Well, that went even better than expected.”
“I agree.” She pressed herself against him. “Just when I thought I knew my dad, he completely surprises me.”
“I could say the same about my own family, I suppose. However, my surprises never ended up being good ones where they were concerned.”
“We are your family now, Sir. And you are accepted by my dad just the way you are.”
“It was an unexpected revelation to come from this little stunt, I must admit.”
“And well deserved, Sir. You are a gentleman through and through.”
“You, my dear,” he said, grasping a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back, “inspire me to be a better man.”
She smiled up at him. “You have always been a good man. I’m just the lucky girl who gets to inspire your kinky domination.”
He pressed his lips against hers, drawing out her sexual desire with his deep kisses. “And youdoinspire me, babygirl…”
Hope was peacefully asleep, cradled in Brie’s arms, when her parents walked into the hospital room. The instant her mother saw the baby, she stopped in her tracks and started crying.
Her father put his arm on her back and guided her forward, whispering, “Isn’t she beautiful, Marcy?”
Brie smiled, thrilled to see them. “Would you like to hold her?”
“Not yet,” her mother said, wiping away her tears. “We don’t want you to wake the baby.”
“She can sleep through anything, Mom. Please…” Brie held Hope out to her. “Say hello to Hope Davis.”
“Hope…what a lovely name.” Her mother tentatively took the baby from her arms, shaking her head as she stared down at the child. “She’s so tiny,” she whispered in wonder.
Her father stood beside her, grinning down at Hope like the proud grandfather he was. He looked up at Thane. “You have a beautiful daughter.”
“And you have an equally beautiful granddaughter,” he replied.
Her father snorted in response, and the baby startled, her hands flailing out momentarily before she settled back to sleep.
“Bill,” her mother whispered, “don’t go scaring the baby like that.”
He looked down at Hope and stroked her cheek softly. “Sorry, munchkin.”
Brie’s heart swelled with pride, watching her parents with her child. She had never known this level of happiness. It was impossible to explain.
“How was the delivery, honey?” her mother asked softly, not wanting to disturb the baby again.
“As you know, she came sooner than expected, and it got a little scary there at the end. But here she is, a healthy, six-pound girl.”
“What happened during delivery?” her father asked, clearly concerned.
“She was struggling for oxygen, so I had to push as hard as I could to avoid a C-section. But I did it, and here’s the proof,” she said proudly.
“So she’s healthy even with the early delivery?” he pressed her.
Brie gestured toward Hope. “As you can see, Daddy, she may be small, but she is strong. Dr. Glas said that avoiding a cesarean was important for her health because she was preterm. We were also lucky that her lungs were mature enough to handle her early entry into the world. Now, I just have to make sure she gains the weight she needs.”
“That must have been so frightening for you, sweetheart,” her mother said.
“I was freaking out a little, at first.” Brie took Sir’s hand. “But Thane was a rock through the whole thing.”
“Durov had a part to play in that, as well,” Sir stated.
