Undone by Her Tender Touch (Pregnancy & Passion #4)(55)

Epilogue

The living room was alive with conversation and laughter. Cam’s house no longer resembled a somber cave; instead, it was light and airy. It was a house filled with love and happiness.

She settled onto the couch and hoisted her feet onto the ottoman, watching fondly as Cam and his friends oohed and aahed over a whole passel of babies.

Rafael de Luca and his wife, Bryony, had arrived two days ago with their daughter, Amy. Ryan Beardsley and his wife, Kelly, had been the last to get here and they’d flown in today from St. Angelo where they lived permanently. Their daughter, Emma, was nearly the same age as Amy. The two were born mere weeks apart.

Though it had been touted as a time for everyone to get together and visit, Pippa knew that Cam had arranged it to give her the kind of delivery surrounded by friends and family that she’d so wistfully dreamed of.

In addition to the love and attention he lavished on her at every opportunity, he’d set it up for her café to be staffed for the last month of her pregnancy and for a period of three months after the baby was born until she decided to return to it full time or not.

Finally, she was living the ultimate fairy tale. One she’d thought she’d be forever denied. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

Pippa liked Cam’s friends. They hadn’t been exactly as she’d expected. She’d thought they would be more like Cam had been in the beginning. Reserved. Standoffish. But they were warm, outgoing and exuberant people. She’d first met them when they all came in for Cam and Pippa’s wedding. It hadn’t been a huge affair. They’d both opted for a quiet gathering of close friends and family only.

Kelly was probably the quietest woman in the group, but Pippa liked her a lot. She had a sweet smile and she clearly adored her daughter. Her husband, Ryan, never strayed far from their sides.

Pippa smiled and then promptly grimaced when she was seized by another contraction. She recovered quickly, pasted back on her serene smile and glanced at Cam.

He was standing next to Ryan, holding Emma in his arms while the men talked and laughed. The interesting thing was that they weren’t discussing business. No, they were all trading baby stories and boasting about how their daughter was smarter, prettier and more clever than any other baby in the world.

Bryony rolled her eyes and flopped onto the couch beside Pippa. Ashley settled on the other side while Kelly sat in an armchair right beside the couch.

“I’m amazed by the change in Cam,” Bryony said quietly. “He seems so…happy. He’s not as dark and brooding as I remember. I don’t ever remember hearing him laugh. He rarely even smiled. You’ve performed a miracle, Pippa.”

“He’s great. He’s still way overprotective and he can get worked up when he thinks about something happening to me or the baby, but he’s really learned to let go and not dwell so much on the negative.”

Ashley reached for her hand and squeezed. “He loves you, Pip. You’ve been so good for him. You saved him.”

Another contraction tightened her belly, and she nearly groaned aloud. Kelly frowned and leaned forward in her seat.

“Pippa, what’s wrong?”

“Shhh!” Pippa hissed. “Don’t let Cam hear. He’ll freak.”

“Then tell us what’s wrong,” Ashley said in a quiet voice. “I saw that look, too. Are you having contractions?”

Pippa blew out her breath. “Yeah, for a while now.”

“What?” Bryony demanded. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I didn’t want Cam to freak out and be stressed for longer than necessary. I’m not supposed to go into the hospital until they’re two minutes apart, anyway.”

“Uh, Pip, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be there before they’re that close together,” Ashley said.

“My doctor told me that I should come in when my contractions were five minutes apart, regular and lasting at least a minute,” Kelly offered.

Bryony’s brow wrinkled in concentration. “I think mine told me five to seven minutes apart and regular.”

Pippa swallowed uncomfortably and then put a hand on her belly.

“Another one?” Ashley demanded. “Pippa, how far apart are they coming?”

“Closer than five to seven minutes,” she grumbled. “I know I read somewhere that I should wait to go in until they were two minutes apart.”

Ashley gave her a look of exasperation. “Where would you have read that? You refused to even look at the chapter in the childbirth book that dealt with the ninth month or any part of labor and delivery.”

Bryony was on her feet, pulling at Pippa’s arm. “Cam,” she called. “Pippa needs to go to the hospital.”

All four men whirled around and Cam’s brow immediately furrowed. Then when he seemed to realize the significance, he went pale and concern burned bright in his eyes.

He handed Emma back to Ryan and hurried over to Pippa.

“Honey, is it time?”

“Hell, it’s been time,” Ashley said in exasperation. “She should have gone hours ago.”

Cam’s gaze flicked from Ashley to Pippa. “What is she talking about?”

“I may have misunderstood when I was supposed to go to the hospital,” Pippa muttered.

She grimaced and closed her eyes as another contraction started low in her back. By the time she opened her eyes again, she was panting lightly and the entire room was looking worried.