Conviction (Consolation Duet #2)

“I yuv you,” Aara replies.

 

I glance at my family and friends around me and joy explodes from within. I’ve never been this happy or more sure of where I am. Sometimes you have to wade through the bad to find the good. Life isn’t easy, but with Liam by my side, I know I don’t have to carry it all on my own. Our love will heal us and lift us up.

 

 

 

 

 

“It’s time.” Natalie shakes me and I go to swat at her. Which then is followed by a slap on my back.

 

“Lee,” I groan. I’m exhausted. We had a bunch of dives and training things this week. I’ve gotten a total of maybe ten hours of sleep all week. “Not now.”

 

“No, wake up! It’s time. Like the baby is coming.”

 

What?

 

That wakes me up. I sit forward and look over as she looks unimpressed. “Okay, I’m awake now.”

 

“I already called Aaron. He’s on his way to get Aarabelle. I’m going to get my bag,” she explains slowly as if I’m the two-year-old. Although, at this moment I feel a little out of my element.

 

She’s going to have our son.

 

The last few months, Natalie’s had a few minor complications. Her fake contractions were pretty much nonstop. I became a little crazy over this and asked the doctor several times to make it stop. The biggest scare came a few weeks ago when she couldn’t feel him move. We had to go to the hospital for another ultrasound, which was great, but Lee was a mess. She cried for hours and begged him to move. I never felt more helpless.

 

“Okay, come on. We need to get the bag, get in the car . . .” I start to tick them off and another contraction must’ve hit because she grabs my shoulder and squeezes. “Shit!” I scream as her nails dig in.

 

“Aaron better get here soon or you’re going to be delivering our son.”

 

“The hell I am!” She’s lost her mind.

 

“Liam, get out of bed.”

 

Right.

 

Bag.

 

Car.

 

Hospital.

 

I can do this.

 

We have our bag and Aarabelle’s by the hall closet. I grab them and put them by the front door. I rush back upstairs and grab Aarabelle from her crib. She’s going to be a beast when I wake her. I swear she’s the cutest kid in the world, but she has horns. They come out when you interrupt her sleep.

 

I gently lift her and pray she doesn’t open her eyes. I somehow manage to keep her asleep and put her down on the couch. If she wakes up the next time, it’s on Aaron.

 

I hear a knock and open the door.

 

“Hey, man.”

 

“Hey,” I sound like I just ran a marathon. “Aara’s on the couch and that pink bag is hers.”

 

Aaron laughs and then stops. “I’m not waking her,” he says as it dawns on him he’ll get her wrath.

 

“All on you, bro.”

 

“Thanks,” he smirks. It was strained for the first few weeks after the wedding between all of us, but then Aaron met Rebecca, and that seems to have eased some of the tension. They’ve been together these last few months and he seems really happy.

 

After that, he didn’t look at Natalie and me as if we were hurting him all the time. He comes and gets Aarabelle regularly, and when he dropped her off last week while Natalie was out, we sat and had a beer.

 

It was odd but a step in the right direction.

 

“Liam!” Natalie yells out, and I take the stairs two at a time.

 

“I’m here.”

 

“Did you forget to grab me? I’m kind of the key piece here.” Her face scrunches and I rush over.

 

“Never. Plus, you’re kinda scary right now.”

 

“Uh huh.”

 

We get down the stairs. Aaron has Aarabelle in his arms as she shoots daggers at him. I laugh to myself because at least it’s not me.

 

Lee walks over to her and rubs her back. “Bye, my sweet girl. I’ll see you soon.” She kisses her and I see the tears welling in her eyes.

 

“Lee, you’ll see her as soon as we have the baby.”

 

“I know,” she says as she kisses the top of her head.

 

“I’ll bring her by when Liam calls,” Aaron explains. It’s weird that we can all be around each other so easily, but hey, I’ll take it. I think for Aara’s sake, we all try extra hard. And now that Becky’s around, I don’t have to watch him eye fuck my wife.

 

“Okay, car now before we don’t make it . . .” I nudge Lee and she nods.

 

I grab the towel and rush out to the car. I try to be discreet and not let her see what I’m doing. There’s not much chance she won’t catch me, but you can’t blame me for trying to protect the seats.

 

“Liam Dempsey!” she yells as she waddles behind me. She’s such a cute, little penguin. “I’ll cut you.”

 

“Oh, I love when you talk sweet to me,” I reply playfully.

 

“You left me back there. Your pregnant and having contractions wife . . .”

 

“No, I was preparing Robin so you’ll be comfortable.”

 

Her eyes narrow and she tilts her head. I’m screwed. I rush over and grab her arm and help her to the car. She sits down and I rush over to the other side. I can feel her hostility and I haven’t even gotten inside.

 

“You’re dead.”

 

“I figured.”