Savor You (Fusion #5)(69)

“Wow, this is the best push present ever.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh,” she waves me off. “A push present is a thing that men get the mother for having the baby. This one is impressive.”

“I didn’t even know that was a thing.”

She smiles. “Are you serious? Because punking me like this when I’m forty-seven months pregnant with twins is not okay.”

“I’m totally serious. I’m prepared to pay cash for it today, as long as it’s what you want. I’ve had inspections done, along with appraisals. It’s a go if you are.”

“I’m in,” she says and tips her head up for a kiss. “Thank you so much. This is incredible.”

“You’re incredible,” I reply and walk with her back to the kitchen. “I figured you’d want to replace the stovetop and fridge with something more commercial grade.”

“Eventually,” she says, nodding. “But this will all work great for now.”

She suddenly holds on to the countertop, doubling over. “Holy shit.”

“What is it?”

“These stupid fake contractions are ridiculous.”

“Mia, that doesn’t sound right.”

“I’m fine,” she says, holding her hand up and breathing through the pain. But then suddenly there’s a splash. “Fuck. My water broke.”

“Come on,” I reply grimly. “We’re going to the hospital.

“Fake labor my ass.”



Four hours. That’s how long it took from the time we got Mia to the hospital in nearby Seaside, Oregon, until the moment our daughter was born, and then our son just six minutes later.

I wasn’t sure if I’d survive it. I’ve never seen a human being go through that much pain before and live to tell about it.

I thought I respected her before, but now I’m just in awe of her.

“How is he?” Mia asks. She’s holding our daughter, Elizabeth, and I’m holding Ethan. We weren’t expecting them to come so soon, so we didn’t have Mia’s hospital suitcase in the car with us, but the hospital has happily loaned us all of the blankets and supplies we need until ours arrive.

“He’s gorgeous,” I reply with a grin, and sit on the bed at her hip so we can both see them. “They’re so tiny.”

“Not too tiny though,” she says. “At almost seven pounds each, that’s a lot of baby to come out of my body today.”

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I whisper and smile down at her. “Seriously, you were a goddamn rockstar today.”

“I was so pissed when we got here and they said I was too far into it to get the epidural,” she replies. “And I’m mad at myself for being impatient and pouting. Maybe we shouldn’t have come. I wish my doctor could have delivered them.”

“Hey, the most important thing right now is that all three of you are safe and healthy, whether you delivered in Portland or Chicago.”

“I wasn’t allowed to fly. Chicago was out.”

“You’re a smart ass.”

“Oh yeah. A complete smart ass.”

“You’re marrying me now,” I say, and earn a scowl from her. “That was the deal. We had to wait until the babies were born.”

“You didn’t even ask,” she says. “Don’t think that you can just start demanding things.”

“You said you didn’t want the proposal, and that you would marry me after they came.”

“No, I—”

“Where are my grandchildren?” Mia’s mother asks as she and her husband walk into the room. Before we know it, both babies are scooped up by them, and they’re cooing over them.

“Oh, what a sweetheart,” Mia’s dad says. He glances up at me. “She has your nose.”

“Poor kid,” I reply with a grin. “Is everyone else here?”

“Most are,” he replies. “You should go out and say hello. They’re only allowing three people back here at a time.”

“Do you mind if I go out so Landon can come in?” I ask Mia, who smiles happily.

“Sure. It was kind of nice having a few moments alone with our little family. But I’m excited for everyone to meet them.”

“I love you,” I reply and kiss her gently. “And I’ll be back soon.”

“I love you, too.”

“You’re totally marrying me.”

“Go get my brother.”



Elizabeth is sleeping, but Ethan decided he wanted some company at three o’clock in the morning, so here I sit, rocking him in the dark in the nursery.

“Were you lonely?” I whisper. He’s sleepy, but I know if I put him down he’ll cry again, and I’d rather he didn’t wake Lizzy. Mia needs her sleep. “You’ve always been the one who wants to be held.” Ethan grins up at me. “I know. You’re a social guy. But at two months old, it would be awesome if you’d sleep through the night.”

He just grins and bites on his fist. I honestly don’t mind getting up with them. I know these days won’t last long.

“I’m letting your mama sleep tonight,” I tell him, careful to keep my voice quiet. “She finally married me today, you know. She’s so stubborn. I think you get that from her. I waited a long time for her, and we waited a long time for you and your sister. I think that we were always supposed to be a family, the timing just wasn’t right yet. But here you are, and I just couldn’t love you any more than I do.”