Zach
Jade waddles to the fridge and pulls it open, grabbing a bottle of water. I watch her open it, fumble to get a slice of lemon into the small opening, and then place the lid back. She shakes it, opens it, and takes a sip. I can’t keep my eyes off her, nor my hands.
She doesn’t believe me when I tell her she’s hot and as she continues to grow, she’s only gotten hotter. I could write her love poetry, whisper against her skin how much I think she’s gorgeous as I make love to her, but she thinks I’m lying. The primal attraction to her…I’m addicted to her. It’s like she’s brand new to me and I’m incredibly infatuated with her.
I step behind her and slide my hands over her belly. “You’re so amazingly sexy,” I say against her ear. “I’m a lucky bastard.”
She blows a breath in disbelief. “You need glasses.”
Pushing her head to the side with mine, I nibble her neck. “A blind man could see your beauty.”
She leans back into me, resting her head against my chest. “I think you’re full of shit.”
I shake my head. “With each passing day, you become more of a thing of worship.”
She turns to face me, looking up with the sweetest eyes. “I’m miserable.”
I offer a small smile. “I know.” I kiss her nose. “Not much longer.” I brush my lips against hers, teasingly. “Let me take you upstairs so I can love and admire and appreciate every inch of you.”
I suck her bottom lip and squeeze her ass.
“You’re making it hard to argue,” she says.
“You’ve made me hard since the moment you stepped into the kitchen.”
She runs heavy hands up my chest and laces her fingers behind my neck. Her head is tilted as she looks at me with desire, submerged in love. “Why so far away? The couch is closer.”
My brow jumps high. Excitement rides over my body. Her being in the mood has been shit or miss for the last month. When she’s on, she…is…on and has me coming like a teenager again. But when she’s in no mood for sex, I’ve learned not to even try and persuade her. She’s got a snap with her bark.
I take to her mouth, our tongues battling together. Her breath picks up as she presses her tits into me. Her body becomes alive under my palms.
She pulls away, grabbing my hand and leads us to toward the living room. She glances over her shoulder, biting her lip with the hunger darkening her gaze. I take an extra step to bring my body closer to hers, to claim her mouth, to feel more of her than just her damn hand in mine. Spinning her toward me, I flex my hips, showing her just how badly she turns me on. I take to her lips, hungry. A soft moan escapes her as she melts into me.
Suddenly her body tenses. Her mouth drops open as a gasp bursts from her. She shoves me away, eyes wide, and the color in her face melts away.
“I think…” Her voice quivers. She’s frozen still. “I think…” Something steals her words and if possible, her eyes grow even wider. “My water just broke.”
My heart slaps my chest so hard, I swear it’s fucking bruised. “You sure?”
She bites her lip and flicks her view to me. “Yeah…”
“Everything’s ready to go. Are you?”
She grabs my hand, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m…I don’t want to do this.”
It makes me chuckle. “Baby, you’re going to do great. But right now, I need to get you to the hospital because I have no fucking idea what the hell to do.”
“We took classes for this,” she says as we start toward the door.
“Forgive me for not hearing a damn thing that woman was talking about. I was too busy staring at your sexy ass.” I stop. “Wait. You have a thing in the bathroom. Pants and pads, right? I’ll be right back!”
I leap up the stairs, two steps at a time, rushing to the bathroom. I should’ve paid attention to the teacher with the most annoying fucking voice ever, but I couldn’t. Jade looked beautiful and sexy as ever. All I could think about was when I could get out of there and worship her.
I stumble back down the stairs, sliding on the heels of my feet as I bounce to the bottom and hand her the bag. “Got it.” I’m out of breath.
I’m at her back as she walks into the bathroom, leaving the door open.
“Do you need any help?” I ask.
“I…I might. Can I bend over?”
“I’m pretty sure that won’t cause him to pop out,” I say with a laugh moving toward her.
She looks like my insides feel—petrified, excited, happy, and nervous.
She changes and we’re out the door in no time. Her bag is in the car. The car seat is in the back seat. She’s in the front seat. I’m in the driver seat. I’ve got to call my dad and Max. Mentally I check off the things we’ve gone over.
Watch out world, Caleb Calloway is en route!
I’m sitting in the most uncomfortable chair in history feeling…numbly triumphant and exhausted. The room is dim. The chaos that was in here a short few hours ago has calmed. It’s quiet with the soft hum of the fluorescent light behind Jade’s bed buzzing.
She’s resting on her side, her body rising and falling as she breathes. She’s peaceful, all her muscles finally allowed a break from the toil. In front of me is my entire world—Jade and Caleb. He’s swaddled beside her, nestling against her chest, sleeping right along with her.
After six hours of labor and an hour of everyone coming in and congratulating us and cooing over my son, she was spent. I requested for her to get some rest. She did great. Once we got to the hospital, her motherly instincts kicked in, and she handled everything like a champ. I’ve never been more proud of her.
Caleb entered the world at seven pounds, three ounces, and nineteen and a half inches long with a quick cry and a full head of hair.
I was so inundated with every happy emotion known, I’m man enough to admit I cried…like a fucking baby when they placed him in my arms. Pride—my pride was bursting out of me.
Her eyes flutter open and I grin. “Hey,” she whispers.
I move to the side of the bed and smooth her hair. “Hey.” I grin.
“He’s perfect,” she says looking to our sleeping son.
With the back of my knuckles, I drift them over his cheek. He squirms and makes a face and it causes my chest to explode with another bout of happiness. “He is a Calloway.”
Jade smiles up to me and I kiss her forehead. “Your parents went to grab something to eat. They said they’d be back in a few hours.” I glance up to the clock. “Which will probably be any moment now.”
“Max?”
“They dragged him out of here too.” My lips pull up. “He’s a proud and happy uncle.”
“I love you,” she whispers.
“Not nearly as much as I do you…both of you.” I kiss her lips. “Do you need anything?”
She shakes her head and then kisses the side of Caleb’s head.
We sit here in silence watching him sleep. He’s peaceful and tranquil. He’s perfect and healthy. He’s completed me in a sense he’ll never be able to fathom.
My son…my little pride and joy.