We pull into the garage and Jack Henry, as usual, comes around to open my door and help me out of the car. I step out and he pulls me into his arms for a sweet, delicious kiss. It begins slow and rhythmic but quickly turns rushed and heated. His mouth leaves mine and trails down my neck while his hands move beneath my shirt to my pink lace bra. He rubs his thumbs over my nipples and I feel them instantly harden beneath his touch.
I wasn’t sure I’d really feel like doing this after being placed in stirrups doing the spread-eagle with a pair of scissors stuck up my vajayjay, but Jack Henry has a way with me. I can never tell him no. Almost. I don’t have a problem with turning him down after he’s pissed me off.
He decides he’s done with kissing in the garage and takes me into the house through the kitchen. Mrs. Porcelli is there putting away dishes when she turns to see us. “Aww … no baby today. I’m sorry, Laurelyn. I know you were hoping it would happen.”
“It’s okay. The baby will come when he or she is ready.”
Jack Henry wastes no time in trying to shove Mrs. Porcelli out the door. “Laurelyn and I had a big lunch in town, so I think it’ll be fine if you want to take the rest of the day off. We can have sandwiches tonight or I’ll go into town for takeout.”
“I don’t mind staying to prepare dinner. I was planning to cook beef stroganoff.”
I’m afraid he’s going to toss her out on her keister, so I step in to persuade her. “We had a big lunch so a sandwich is fine for tonight. You can do the stroganoff tomorrow night.”
She looks like she’s considering it, but what she doesn’t realize is that Jack Henry isn’t giving her a choice. “I have a few things I need to take care of in town. I wouldn’t mind leaving a little early to save myself from spending Saturday doing them.”
“Perfect. I’m glad it’ll work out so you can enjoy your Saturday off.”
“Okay. I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” She goes to the cabinet to retrieve her purse. “Enjoy your day together.”
I blush at her words but wait until she’s gone to say anything. “She knows.”
“Knows what?” he asks.
As if he doesn’t have a clue what I mean. “What we’re up to.”
“So?”
“It’s a little embarrassing.”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about? You’re my wife and you’re pregnant so I’m pretty sure she knows we have sex.”
I know he’s right but I still feel awkward at times. “I don’t know. Sometimes it feels weird having another person in our home privy to our personal lives. It never seems like we have complete privacy.” I try not to think of her washing our linens and seeing the evidence of our lovemaking on them.
“Do you want me to let her go?”
“Oh, no. I love having Mrs. Porcelli around. She frees me up to do the work I need to do.”
“She’s getting older and has a new grandchild she doesn’t see as much as she’d like. She might be interested in cutting her hours back. That would give us more time at home, just the two of us.” I point at my belly and he laughs as he cradles it with his hands. “Pardon me, Miss Maggie James. I meant to say the three of us.” I no longer say anything about him always calling the baby Maggie James. I gave up a while ago.
He takes my hands and pulls me out of the kitchen toward our bedroom. We’re almost through the door when he turns and cups my face, giving me another loving kiss. “I love you so very much.”
“I love you too.”
We move toward the bed, kissing en route, before we stop next to it. He peels my jacket from my shoulders and tosses it to the bench at the foot of our bed before pulling my shirt over my head. I’m wearing a pink lace bra, not what I consider sexy, but my breasts have gotten bigger the last couple of weeks so they’re really jacked. “These are fantastic.” He caresses each one before pulling my bra down and reaching into the cups to lift them out. He thumbs my nipples again, watching them harden before he takes one into his mouth. I glide my fingers through his hair as he sucks one and then the other.
When he’s finished, he bends at the knees and crouches down to remove my socks and boots. I unfasten my bra while he pulls my leggings and panties down my legs. I’m left standing completely naked before him. He steps back, looking me over from head to toe, and I suddenly feel self-conscious about my body like never before. I clasp my hands in front of my large belly because I’m afraid he’ll think I’m unattractive.
“Don’t cover yourself. I love looking at your pregnant body and the only thing I see is beauty when I look at you.” He comes to me and caresses my bump. “I may be one of those guys with a weird pregnancy fetish because this really turns me on.”
I unbutton his shirt and push it from his shoulders while he takes care of the cuffs. After he’s shirtless, I work on his pants as he kicks out of his shoes. Teamwork. That’s why we’re a perfect pair.
He pulls me close and my abdomen presses against his. The contact sends chills all over my body. My hair stands on end. I covet the feel of his warm skin against mine. He holds my hips as he lowers his lips to my shoulder and drags a slow kiss up toward my throat. “I want you ninety-nine different ways right now but tell me what’s going to be best for you.”
I don’t really know. My belly wasn’t huge the last time he was on top of me. If we had continued having sex throughout my pregnancy, I’m sure we would’ve adapted our positions as I grew. But we’re going from doing it while I had a near flat stomach to … this. “I don’t know except I can’t tolerate lying flat. It makes me lightheaded.” It’s been so long and I want this to be good for him. “I can get on my stomach—sort of. I mean, I can get on all fours.” I guess I should have just said rear entry—it’s the way he loves it best anyway.
He slides his hand down my cheek. “No, I want to see your beautiful face while I make love to you.” He pats the bed. “Sit here for me.” He reaches up to the head of the bed to grab several pillows and places them behind me. “Lean back on these.”
My feet are on the railing of the bed and I’m in a reclined sitting position. He puts his hands under my thighs and pushes my legs back. “Feel okay?”
I’m already rocking my hips in anticipation. “Yeah.”
His erection is rubbing against me and I anticipate him sliding inside at any moment, but he doesn’t. I wait some more. And he still doesn’t. “What’s wrong?”
His eyes are squeezed shut as if he’s in pain. “I’m psyching myself up so I don’t come two strokes in.”
“Not gonna happen. But if it does, we’ll keep doing it until you get it right.” He opens his eyes to look at me and I wink at him. “Go for it, tiger.”
He eases into me and groans, “F*ck!” He pulls back and then thrusts slowly again, appearing as though he’s savoring the best moment of his life. “I can’t believe how tight you are.” He shakes with a rigor. “My God, it’s sending chills up my spine, it feels so good.” He pushes into me a few more times. “Is this good for you, babe?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He moves his hand to where he’s moving in and out of me and strokes the sensitive spot above our union . “You like me thumbing your *?”
Is he kidding me? “Oh,yeah. Don’t stop.” He circles it fast and hard and then slow and soft. Just at the moment I think he’s going to alternate the strength and speed, he changes motions completely and rubs it back and forth, side to side. He’s stroking me on the outside with his fingers and the inside with his cock at the same time. He thought he would be the one to come fast, but it’s going to be me if he keeps this up. “I’m already getting close.”
He’s moving faster now. “Do it. I want to feel your body quiver and contract around me because you’re coming hard.”
I prop on my elbows because I want to watch Jack Henry moving in and out of me. Seeing what he’s doing and the look on his face jumpstarts the onset of those pre-orgasm sensations that will give life to the quivers low in my groin. I lean back and lift my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. Then the first wave comes. “Ohh … Here it comes.” I clench my legs around him tight but he keeps moving when my insides squeeze around him.
“L … ” That’s all he manages to get out and I know it’s because he’s in that place with me. I see it all over his face. Very little sets him off faster than hearing me say that he’s made me come. I think it’s because he loves knowing he’s the only man in this world holding the power to shatter me into a million magnificent pieces.
He gives me a naughty little sideways grin and leans down to kiss one of my bent knees. “That was so fantastic.”
I move the pillows behind me and scoot to the middle of the bed. “Come up here with me.” Since I can’t tolerate lying flat, I turn to my left side and he spoons behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist and rubbing my tummy.
The baby is active, moving all over the place. “I do believe that stirred her up.”
When I look down, I can see the waves of movement under my skin like a restless sea. “I’m going to miss this.”
He pulls me close and kisses the back of my neck. “You won’t because she’ll be in your arms instead.”
Nothing is holding this baby in now. “He or she could come any day.”
“Are you sad you didn’t go into labor today?”
Of course, I am. “Yeah, but mostly because it’s what I’d come to expect. Clip the stitch—a baby drops out. My cervix is incompetent, so why does it decide to suddenly become capable of holding this baby in?”
“I don’t know. You’d need to ask the good doc that question.”
“I am a little sad we aren’t in the hospital having a baby right now, but I’m happy we’re getting this special time together before it comes.”
He snuggles behind me and I know where it’s leading. “I’m glad you feel that way because I’ll be ready to have some more of this special time together in a little while.”
Greedy horn dog.
It’s been three weeks since the cerclage was removed, making Laurelyn thirty-nine weeks—seven days from her due date. To say she’s disappointed that we haven’t had a baby is an understatement. She’s beyond miserable, tossing and turning all night because she’s so uncomfortable, and last night was no different. She finally dozed off from exhaustion around three. I did as well. But now it’s barely five and she’s restless again.
“Mmm … ohh …” I hear her moaning as she tosses in bed. That’s a new sound.
“You okay, L?”
“Sss … ” I hear her sucking air through her teeth. “Ooh … ”
I sit up to turn on the lamp and see her lying on her side with her legs pulled into a half-fetal position. “What’s happening, love? Are you in pain?”
She’s covering her face with her hand. “Mmm-hmm. Bad.”
My heart takes off in a sprint to race my stomach up to my throat. “Is it labor pains?”
“I think so.”
Shit. I’ve been preparing myself for this for months but I’m seeing there is no being prepared. “When did they start?”
“About an hour ago.”
An hour? How did I sleep through her being in pain for that long? “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I was waiting to see if they went away. I didn’t want to get you up if it was false labor.”
Laurelyn’s selflessness can sometimes get her in trouble. “You have an incompetent cervix. Dr. Sommersby told you to not wait around if you thought you were in labor.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s a good idea to wait any longer because the last couple of contractions were really bad.”
I’m out of bed and at her side to help her up. “Will you help me change into my yoga pants and a T-shirt?”
“Yeah. Where are they?”
“Second drawer, right side of the dresser.”
I dig through the drawer. “The black or gray ones?”
“Black.” I shove the others back in, not caring if they’re neat or not.
“Which top?”
“The cream and silver striped V-neck.”
I help her dress and then she goes into the bathroom to brush her teeth and fix her hair. When she finishes, she sticks her head out. “I’m going to use the bathroom and then we can go.”
I’m sitting on the bed with her bag in my hand when she calls out for me. I open the door and she’s sitting on the commode, her legs pressed together. “I felt pressure like I needed to use the bathroom. When I sat down, I felt something pop.”
She wrinkles her brow when we hear something dripping. She parts her legs to look. “That’s not pee—I guess my water broke. Whatever it is won’t stop coming out and I can’t control it.” Then it’s past time to go to the hospital. “Can you get a towel for me to put between my legs? It’s probably going to gush when I stand up.”
She places it between her legs and stands. “Eew, it feels like I’m peeing on myself. Get some more towels for the car because I have a feeling this is gonna keep coming.”
I don’t care about the car’s seat. “We can have it recovered.”
“It’s silly to ruin the leather by not protecting it with towels.”
I reach into the cabinet and grab a handful. “Fine, let’s just go.”
We get into the car and I notice her tensing and holding her breath every three or four minutes. “Just how much pain are you having?”
“What? Like on a pain scale?” she asks.
“Sure. One to five.”
She grimaces and air hisses through her teeth. “Four and a half.”
“What would classify as a five?” I probably don’t want to hear her answer.
“My leg being sawed off without anesthesia.” Nope. Didn’t need to hear that.
Shit. She’s going to be dilated a lot when we get to the hospital. That’s what Dr. Sommersby warned us about—a precipitous delivery. I looked it up when she used that word and it means the baby comes in under three hours from the onset of labor. She’s almost two hours into having painful contractions.
There’s no way my family can make it in time, so we’re going to be alone when the baby gets here. “I should call my mum and tell her so she can be on her way.”
“I’m getting admitted for sure since my water is broken, so I guess we can call people.”
I dial my mum and she answers on the second ring. “Is it time?”
“We’re on our way to the hospital now. She started hurting a couple hours ago and her water broke.”
“I’m on my way.” I hear the excitement in her voice. “Tell our girl to not have that baby until I’m there. I’ve been present every time one of my grandchildren was born and I don’t intend on missing this one.”
I don’t break it to my mum but I’m fairly certain she’ll miss this one. “I’ll tell her to squeeze her legs together until you’re here.”
“Tell her I love her, and this baby is worth every bit of pain she’s feeling.”
“I will. Love you, Mum.”
I end the call, knowing there’s no need to phone the rest of my family because she’ll do it for us. “Do you want me to call Addison … or your parents?”
She looks at the time. “It’s really early so I hate to disturb Addie and the baby if they’re sleeping. Let’s wait until a little later since she’ll depend on Zac’s mom to watch Donavon when she comes.”
It’s a sore subject but I have to ask. “And what about your parents?”
“I want Nanna and Pops to know, so I guess you can call them. But tell her I can’t talk if she asks for me.”
I dial L’s mum and it goes straight to voicemail. “Hi, Jolie. This is Jack Henry and I was calling to let you know Laurelyn is in labor and we’re on our way to the hospital so please give me a call when you get this message.” I hang up and glance at Laurelyn.
“My parents have very little place in my life now, and that’s fine. I’m okay with it because the McLachlans are all I need. I reconciled with that reality a while ago.”
“You’re one of us now and always will be.” I reach over and spread my palm over her stomach. “And this one too.” Her abdomen becomes rock hard beneath my hand and she grabs the edge of her seat, panting. “Whoa! Is that a contraction?”
She doesn’t answer but breathes in and out until her abdomen softens. “Yes.”
“Wow, that was really hard.”
“You think you’re telling me something I don’t know?” she asks.
“I guess I’m just surprised. I thought you’d have an epidural by the time it got this bad.”
“I wish. It feels like it’s in overdrive now.”
“We’re almost there, babe.”
Laurelyn is taken to an observation room where a nurse comes in to check her. It’s the same routine as always—glove on, hand disappears under the covers. “I’d call you every bit of six, almost seven centimeters, so we need to get you admitted to a labor room as soon as possible. Are you planning on an epidural?”
She looks at me questioningly. “Don’t look at me. I’m not the one hurting.”
“It would be different if I was one centimeter and was going to be in this kind of pain for hours, but I’m almost seven. I only have three more centimeters to go. I’m just wondering if I really need an epidural because I think I can do it without one.”
“It’s up to you, Mrs. McLachlan, but be forewarned that when the baby comes, there’s going to be a lot of pressure and burning.”
“I wish your mom were here. I don’t know what to do.” I wish my mum were here too.
“We can’t get an epidural placed until you’re moved and have an IV anyway, so think about it while we work on those things.”
That sounds reasonable. “Okay.”
The nurse promises to return shortly to move Laurelyn to her room. When she’s gone, I see how torn she is. “You are tough and I know you can do it without the epidural, but I hate seeing you hurt when you don’t have to.”
“It’s childbirth—a natural process women have been doing for a bazillion years without anesthesia.” I know, but those other women aren’t my wife and it kills me to see her in pain. “It’s a good kind of pain—one I think I can tolerate.”
I’m afraid it’ll come to a point where she’ll change her mind and want an epidural but there’s no going back. “Pain is pain.”
“I can do this.”
She seems so confident. “It’s your body and you’re the one who’s hurting—it’s your decision.”
Amy, the nurse we saw when the cerclage was removed, returns and L is moved to a room like the one we occupied for a week when we were in danger of losing Maggie James. She does her admission work while a second nurse starts an IV and a third sets up the room. Amy comes to the part about L’s birth plan, and L announces her decision.
“I’ve decided I’m gonna do this natural.”
I groan inwardly because I don’t want to watch my girl hurt. I hope I don’t freak out if she starts screaming. I look at the time and see that my mum is probably still three hours away. I wish I’d called her as soon as L told me she was having pain. I really need her to be here to calm me. “I’m going to step out and call my mum. She’ll want an update.”
“Okay.”
I stop at the nurses’ desk and catch Amy’s attention. “I wanted to let you know I’m stepping to the waiting room to make a call in case you need me.”
“No problem. I’ll come out and get you if anything happens.”
I phone my mum and she’s quick to answer. “What’s going on?”
“Laurelyn’s almost seven centimeters.”
“Oh, dear. I won’t make it in time for delivery.”
I’m certain the incompetent cervix is why she’s progressing so quickly. “Her doctor warned us this could happen, but I’m worried because she’s decided to go natural.”
“Why are you worried about that?” she asks.
“I don’t want her in pain.”
I can hear my mum laughing at me. “Newsflash, Jack Henry. Childbirth hurts. I’m sure Laurelyn knew that when she made the decision to not get an epidural. She knows her body and what she can handle. She’ll be fine, son.” I won’t be convinced of that until I see a baby in her arms. “I’m sure you snuck away to make this call, so get your arse back in there with your wife since she shouldn’t be alone. I expect to be there around ten, but do call if anything happens before then.”
When I hang up with Mum, I don’t have the feeling of relief I was hoping for. I have no one I can talk to … except maybe my brother. He’s been in my shoes and done this three times, so I dial his number. It’s early but he should be awake.
It takes several rings before he answers. “What!”
What an impolite dick my brother can be. “What the f*ck, Evan? Why you being so damn rude?”
“Because you just interrupted my morning lay.” Okay. I’ll let him off the hook this time. “Em made me stop to answer the phone because she wants to know if you’re calling to tell us Laurelyn’s in labor.”
“She is, but I need to talk to about something.”
I hear him growl. “What’s going on?”
“She’s not getting an epidural and I’m sort of freaking out about seeing her in pain.”
“For f*ck’s sake, she’s giving birth. It’s going to hurt. Em didn’t have epidurals with the last two and she was fine, so quit your whining, puss, and get back in the room with your wife. She shouldn’t be by herself, dipshit. Don’t you know anything?”
Apparently not, but he’s right. I’ve left my wife alone while I’m out here making phone calls to get myself some assurance when she’s the one in need of comforting. “You’re right.”
L is breathing harder when I return to the room. “They checked me and said I was almost nine centimeters so this baby is coming super fast. They said I’ll probably be ready to push soon.”
“Then maybe we should consider naming her Maggie Swift instead.”
“The moment is almost here. We’re about to meet our son or daughter. I’m so glad we didn’t find out. Thank you for being persistent about that.” She reaches for my hand and squeezes, her teeth clenched. I watch the monitor as the line representing the contraction rises. “Ohh … this one hurts really bad, McLachlan! I can feel it all the way down … in my butt!”
That doesn’t sound good. “What does that mean?”
“Baby’s moving down.” She rolls to hold the railing so I can’t see her face. “Oh, shit! Call Amy. Feels like I … need to push.”
She grunts as I reach over to hit the call button. “May I help you?”
“Laurelyn says she feels like she needs to push.”
Amy comes into the room and gloves up for her exam. “I bet you’re ready if you’re feeling the urge.” Her hand slips under the covers and Laurelyn squeezes her eyes tightly. “Boy, that was fast. She’s ten, so it’s time to start pushing. I’ll let Dr. Sommersby know because the head is low. I don’t think it’ll take long at all so she won’t want to be far away, especially since you’re going natural. Once you crown the baby’s head, it’s nearly impossible to stop.”
Oh f*ck. The heaviness of the reality hits me—I’m about to become a father. I bring her hand to my lips for a kiss. “You’re about to do this.” Naturally.
Amy gets L in position. “Okay, Laurelyn. You remember all this from Addison’s delivery?”
“Sort of …”
“You’re going to push three times with each contraction. You’ll get a deep breath and blow it out, then a second one you’ll hold as you bear down in your bottom. Put your hands behind your thighs and pull back and apart as far as you can.”
L moves into position, her legs bent and apart, hands wrapped around the backs of her thighs. “Pressure’s building. Oh God, I’ve got to push.”
“This can be our practice run. Deep breath in and blow it out. A second deep breath in, hold it, pull back on your legs, and bear down in your bottom.” L does as she’s instructed. “Push, two and three and four and five …” Amy counts to ten while Laurelyn pushes and then they do it again—three times total with each contraction. “That was really good for your first time. You’re a good pusher, so I can already tell you won’t do this long before you’re ready.”
L is great at everything she does. I’m not surprised she’s doing well at this.
“Oh God! Another one’s coming.”
Amy repeats the process, counting to ten three times with each contraction, and then motions for me to look down there.
I’ve seen L’s vagina countless times so I’m not timid about looking at it, but there’s something different going on right now and I’m not sure it’s a good idea I watch it. “I don’t know if I want to look or not.” I’m a little afraid I’ll never feel the same about it again.
“Up to you, but this is the only chance you’ll ever get to see this. It’s pretty special.”
I can shut my eyes and back off if it’s too much. “Okay.” I walk from the bedside to the foot of the bed. “You’re starting another contraction so let’s show him the top of this baby’s head.”
Laurelyn begins pushing and I watch our baby’s head come down until I can see the entire crown and I feel something so very surreal happening. “Oh, wow, L. She has a headful of dark hair.” I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.
L pushes three times and then falls back, breathing heavily. This is a tough workout for her. “Good thing she’s taking after you because I was bald.”
Amy gets up from the bed and walks toward the door. Where is she going? “We’re ready so I’m calling Dr. Sommersby to come.”
I lean down and kiss L while we’re waiting for her doctor to arrive. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She strokes my face with her hand. “You’re going to be okay if she turns out to be a he?”
“I’ve told you I’ll be thrilled with a son. I’ve only been persistent about it being a girl because it’s what my gut says, not because I don’t want a boy.”
“I know.”
Dr. Sommersby comes into the room and gowns up as the nurses prepare to care for our baby. “This little one got in a hurry about arriving.” She settles on a stool between L’s legs and looks at me. “So, you’re still convinced it’s a girl?”
Totally. “One hundred percent.”
“And you, Laurelyn?”
“It’s either a boy or a girl. That’s the only thing I’m sure about.”
The doc laughs. “I’m going with you on that one. You’re starting a contraction so push hard and we’ll find out.”
L takes a deep breath and blows it out before taking another and holding it. Amy and I help her pull her legs back and her face turns beet red as she pushes with all her might. She stops midpush and releases her legs as she bows from the bed. “Omigod, there’s so much pressure … and I’m burning. I’m on fire.”
She looks up at me and there’s nothing I can do to help her. This is what I was afraid of. “I’m so sorry, L.”
Her legs are shaking and she reaches up to grab me. She pulls me down and squeezes me around the back of my neck. “Help me. Help me. Help me.”
“Do something to help her!” I yell.
Amy pulls back on her leg but L has it locked, like unmoving stone. “You’ve got to push the baby out, Laurelyn. That’s the only way we can help you.”
“I can’t. It hurts too bad.”
“Look at me.” L lets go of my neck and tears are rolling down her face. She drops her head against the pillow and looks at Amy. “You can do this. You’re the only one who can, so pull your legs back and push your baby out. The sooner you do it, the sooner you get relief.” L grabs her forehead and holds it. “Do it. Push hard.”
“Oh God. Here it comes. I’ve gotta push.” Laurelyn rears up and pulls her legs back.
Amy is feeling L’s abdomen. “Push as hard as you can and get this over with.”
L’s eyes are squeezed shut, her brow wrinkled. Tears escape her eyes and it breaks my heart that she’s suffering in silence. “You can do it.”
“Look down here, Mr. McLachlan, and you’ll get to see your baby come into the world.” I lean over L’s leg and watch our baby’s head come out of L’s body. The baby came out face down but then Dr. Sommersby turns her so she can suction her mouth and nose.
I see her face for the first time.
“The head’s out, Laurelyn.”
I’ve never seen anything more amazing. “L, she’s beautiful.”
“Let’s get the rest of this baby out and see what we’ve got.” Amy pushes against L’s leg and motions for me to do the same. “Push, Laurelyn, push!”
I see the determination on her face and know her next push will be the last. And it is.
I hear a gush of fluid and then a piercing cry—our baby’s first sound. “You did it, L.” I kiss the top of my wife’s head. “I love you so much.”
Dr. Sommersby is holding our child, wiping away the fluid and cheesy matter. “Want me to tell you or show you what you have?”
L and I look at one another and simultaneously say, “Show us.”
Dr. Sommersby lifts our baby up for us to see. No doodle. “I got my Maggie James and she’s beautiful, just like her mum.” I can only remember a handful of times I’ve cried since I’ve been an adult, and it was always about Laurelyn, but now I’m doing it again over my daughter. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful baby. Thank you for giving me a daughter.”
Maggie James is placed on her mother’s chest and Amy tucks her inside L’s gown so they’re skin to skin before she puts a pink beanie on her head. I reach out and stroke my finger down her cheek and I can’t remember ever feeling anything so soft. “I already love her so much, L. I didn’t know it was possible.”
“I know. Isn’t she amazing?”
She’s lying face down against L, wiggling and scooting, and Amy comes over to assess her. “This is a pretty amazing process that’ll happen over the next hour. As she’s lying here against you, she’ll begin to scoot on her own so she can latch onto your breast. Some babies do it quickly while others take a while. She’s already started to make her way down so I bet she’ll be a fast one.”
“If her delivery is any kind of indicator, then she will be.”
L is cleaned up and put into a more comfortable position while Maggie James remains on her chest, exploring and searching out L’s breast. It’s an amazing process to watch—this newborn infant slowly migrating in search of her first meal.
Amy’s right. It takes about an hour but Maggie James eventually scoots low enough to find L’s breast. It’s something to see her latch onto her mother for the first time. “Look at that.”
L is beaming. “She’s incredible.”
“This is it—the life I saw when I dreamed of our future. It was always you, me, and her, but this is just the beginning. There’s so much more to come. More life together. More happiness. More babies.”
L helps MJ latch on with a better suck. “You were once my beauty from pain, before you became my beauty from surrender. Now you’ve adapted into something different once again.”
“And what is that?”
“My beauty from love—both of you. Forever.”