The Proposal (The Proposition #2)(79)

Emma’s eyelids flew open, and her expectant gaze honed in on the mirror, peering in wonder at Noah’s tiny head. “Aw, Em, it looks like he’s got strawberry blonde hair!” Casey commented.

Aidan grinned. “Nah, I think it’s redder, and he’s more of a Ginger.”

She gritted her teeth at him. “Don’t you dare call our son a Ginger!”

Connor and Casey laughed while Aidan leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I’m only teasing you, babe. I just hope it will darken up and be as beautiful as yours.”

Emma opened her mouth to thank him, but Dr. Middleton interrupted her by saying, “Okay, now another big push.” When Annie got to ten and Emma started to relax, Dr. Middleton shook her head. “Keep going, keep going.” Just when Emma thought she couldn’t go anymore, Dr. Middleton said, “Okay, stop.”

Emma’s head fell back against the pillow from the exertion. She didn’t know if she had any strength left within her to push again. Closing her eyes, she drew in a few deep breaths to try to dispel the exhaustion.

“Just one more big push, Emma,” Dr. Middleton said.

Gripping her hands tight into the backs of her thighs, she put everything she had left and then some into the push. Dr. Middleton’s voice echoed over the loud groan emitting from Emma’s lips.

“And here he is!” she exclaimed, holding a wailing and bloody Noah up for both Emma and Aidan to see.

The world around Emma shuddered to a stop, and all she could focus on was Noah’s strong cries. It was as if every molecule, every cell, and every fiber of her being hummed and buzzed with the new life in front of her. Noah—flesh of her flesh and bone of her bone—was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen or heard for that matter. Tears stung her wide eyes.

“My, my, he’s still a big boy for being three weeks early,” Dr. Middleton remarked with a smile.

Unable to speak, Emma reached out her arms for Noah, desperate to hold him. He wouldn’t feel real until she could put her hands on him. “Hang on, Mama. Let’s get him cleaned up a bit,” Annie said.

A towel was placed on Emma’s belly, and then Noah was laid in it. He continued to scream as Annie toweled him off. Once he was cleaner, she wrapped him in a blanket. An eternity seemed to pass before she handed Noah into Emma’s waiting arms.

After kissing the crown of his head, Emma gathered him against her chest. His wailing immediately ceased. His eyes, once pinched shut in anger, popped open, and he stared up at her. The moment their eyes met, Emma’s heart stilled and then restarted. Her emotions spiraled out of control, and she wasn’t sure if she could keep them in check. “Hey my little angel. I’ve been waiting for you for so, so long,” she murmured.

When Aidan leaned over the side of the bed to rub his thumb over Noah’s cheek, Noah kept his gaze on Emma. “Looks like he only has eyes for you,” Aidan mused.

She didn’t bother wiping the tears streaming down her cheeks. Glancing up at Aidan, she asked, “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

Aidan smiled. “He’s the most amazing and beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” he replied, his voice choking off with emotion.

“Daddy, are you ready to cut the cord?” Dr. Middleton asked passing Aidan a pair of surgical scissors.

Emma watched with amusement as Aidan’s shaky hands took them from her. “Um…where should I…?”

Annie motioned to an area, and Aidan hesitantly cut Noah from Emma. “Good job.”

“Okay, Mama, I hate to take him away, but we need to weigh him and get his PKU done. Then you can have him back for awhile.”

After kissing each of his cheeks and his tiny button nose, Emma reluctantly handed Noah over to Annie. Craning her neck, she watched as they set him down on the scales. “He’s seven pounds, seven and a half ounces.”

“Imagine if he would have stayed in cooking for another three weeks or longer,” Aidan said.

Emma shuddered. “Don’t even joke about how big he could have been. He was plenty big enough!”

With a chuckle, he kissed her. “Speaking of amazing and beautiful, can I just say how proud I am of you?”

She grinned up at him. “Really?”

He bobbed his head. “I just saw life come out of you. It’s…well, it’s f**king intense!”

“You know, some men have a hard time ever looking at their wives or girlfriends the same way again after experiencing birth,” Dr. Middleton said, finishing up with Emma’s post delivery care.

“I can see why,” Connor murmured from his corner perch.

Aidan shook his head. “She might be a mother now, but she’ll always be my Em,” Aidan replied.

“Damn, Big Papa, that was sweet,” Casey remarked, swiping the tears from her eyes. She leaned over to brush the hair out of Emma’s face. “That was both exhilarating and terrifying. But I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

Emma kissed Casey’s cheek. “I’m so glad you were here with me.” Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled at Connor. “And you too.”

“I’m just glad I got to see it all without having to really see it all…if you know what I mean,” Connor replied, with a wink.

Emma and Aidan laughed while Casey shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re so scared of a vagina.”