“I guess we didn’t have time to repaint those toes,” I say as I walk to her side of the bed and press a kiss to her lips. That’s what I needed. A little bit of Ry to calm me.
“Or do other things,” she murmurs with a smile.
“I got here as fast as I could.”
“Ace Thomas, huh?” she says, her eyes flickering down to my nametag and then back to mine with amusement. “I seem to have heard that somewhere before.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” I feign ignorance.
“Just don’t tell my husband you’re here. He’s got a mean right hook.”
I laugh. God, I fucking love this woman. Framing her face with my hands, I take in the feel of her skin beneath mine and breathe in a huge sigh of relief. “You okay?” She nods her head, her eyes searching mine, and I know what she’s looking for, knows I’ve connected the dots. “Yes, I’m mad at you . . .”
Furious. Livid.
But I love you more.
“Don’t be mad at Sammy. I made him drive me,” she says with a cringe, and I hold back the snort I want to give because Sammy’s a badass motherfucker. I doubt she made him do anything but at the same time, I know how Rylee gets when it comes to her boys.
“Have you talked to Zander? I need to make sure he’s okay.”
The saint. In a moment that’s all about her, she’s thinking about them.
“Rylee,” I say with a sigh but know she won’t give up or relax until she knows they are okay. “I just talked to Shane.”
“What did he say about Zander?”
“We talked. Shane’s still there with him. I’m sure he’s fine. Let’s worry about—”
“No. He’s not. He was scared and said some things that—”
“I’ll call him, okay? Make sure he’s all right. If I promise to do that, will you stop worrying about everyone else and start thinking about yourself right now?” Her huge violet eyes look up at me, searching to see if I’ll really make sure, and when she likes what she sees, she worries her bottom lip with her teeth and nods reluctantly. “Good, because I wasn’t taking no for an answer.” I flash her what she calls my panty-dropping smile. She rolls her eyes.
“Did you forget that this is my show, Ace?” She laughs as she reaches out and fists a hand in my shirt to pull my lips back to hers for another kiss. By all means. Kiss away. “No need to give me that smile, considering I’m not wearing any panties to drop in the first place.”
I laugh long and hard over that. The hospital gown, the monitors on her belly, the rubber gloves. They all scream sexy. Not. “So there’s no chance—”
“No chance in hell,” she says, pushing against my chest and as silly as it seems, this banter makes me feel a bit more relaxed about what it is that’s about to happen to us.
“You in pain?” I ask, unsure exactly what to ask or do.
“Only when I have contractions,” she says with a smirk. Smartass.
“So we sit and wait?”
“We sit and wait,” she agrees. I link my hand with hers and sit in the chair beside her bed.
Hours pass.
Minutes tick. Seconds lag.
Anticipation riots. Boredom reins. Doubt lingers.
I’m excited. Can’t wait to meet this little person.
Contractions come.
What am I doing? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m not ready to be a dad yet.
Contractions go.
Suck it up.
I’m brash and moody and selfish and I say fuck way too much.
Quit being such a pussy.
Contractions come.
I’ve never changed a diaper. Never even held a newborn. God, what am I doing? I’m completely clueless. Inept. How could I think I could do this?
Contractions go.
It’s a little too fucking late to turn back now, Donavan.
Panic claws at my throat. Fear tightens around my windpipe. I stand, pace the room to abate my nerves while Ry sleeps.
Breathe, Donavan. Fucking breathe. Ry’s the one in labor and you’re the one nervous? Think of her. Worry about her.
The after part you’re worried about will just happen.
Relax.
Chill the fuck out.
I call Shane to eat up time. Try to right my wrongs and make sure he’s cool. Make sure Zander’s better. Hang up. Send Sammy to get some decent coffee downstairs. Wait some more.
I look out the window to the city beyond just as night begins to eat the daylight. Deep breath in. Exhale all the bullshit out. I glance up, surprised to see Ry awake in the window’s reflection.
Our eyes meet as a sleepy smile forms on her lips and my world clicks back into its place. How could I doubt this? Our connection? Our love? Our future? She’s my Midas. Everything she’s ever touched in my life has been made better, fucking golden, including me as a man.
I turn back around. Ready to do this.
Wheels on the track.
Hands on the wheel.
It’s time to add our first memory to the frame.
“YOU’RE DOING GREAT, BABY,” COLTON murmurs in my ear. My head’s back on the pillow, eyes closed. He brushes my hair from my forehead, kisses the top of my hand clasped in his.
“I’m tired,” I whisper, my body feeling exhaustion like I’ve never felt before. Bone-deep. Dead-tired. And yet there is this underlying current like a livewire buzzing through me. Fueling me.
“I know, but you’re almost there,” he says, words laced with encouragement. He feels hopeless. I know he does. My big bad husband who can’t rush in to save the day for me. Who can’t do anything really but hold my hand.