Addicted After All(115)

I tilt my head at her.

She points at me, “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

She raises her chin and marches right out the door.

Besides the hospital staff, we’re alone. I keep my hand on her head, watching her eyes nervously flit around the room. “Are you in any pain?” I ask.

“No,” she whispers. “I can’t feel anything down below.” She scratches her arm, and I swiftly take her hand in mine, lacing our fingers.

“Lily Calloway,” I murmur, and she finally looks up at me. I love you. I don’t even have to say the words before her eyes well with tears. I breathe deeply, my muscles wound tight. Years and years with Lily, my best friend, rush through my veins.

It’s a connection that spawned early on, from chasing her around a golf course and hiding underneath pillows on a yacht. From escaping to a bedroom and playing pretend behind a bar. From shutting out the world until it was just us.

I open my mouth to say more, but it’s hard to put everything to words.

A tear drips down her cheek. “I know.”

I kiss her on the lips, one that nearly pulls her to my body, but I break it before she shifts out of place too much. My mind is spinning as the doctor says something to Lil, and then the nurses flock her sides. I focus mostly on Lily, holding her hand as I stand by her side. About two hours pass with Lily pushing, her cheeks splotched red from fatigue.

“One more,” the doctor instructs.

Lily’s brows scrunch as she tries again, not giving up. Time seems immeasurable. Too fast. Too slow. “Good job, Lil,” I tell her as she finishes another push.

Dr. Dhar says, “Last one.”

Lily collapses back in exhaustion and stares up at me like she just said that, didn’t she? Fear floods her eyes, and I kiss her head and my lips brush her ear. “You’re almost done, love. Everything’s fine.”

“Okay,” she says in a shaky voice. Her hand tightens around mine. And she closes her eyes to try to push again. She pants, out of breath, after that one.

The female doctor focuses on the monitors. “The baby’s heart rate is a little low.”

I turn back to Lily, and her eyes flutter like they’re about to close. “Lil?” I cup her face; she’s in a cold sweat. “Lily?”

The second nurse runs to the nearest machine and she places an oxygen mask over Lily’s nose and mouth.

I comb back her hair. “Hey, Lil, look at me, love.” My eyes are on fire, and for a split second, the fear of losing her takes me for a ride. I can’t…

It’s a pain that tears right through me. It stretches. I swallow a rock. Look at me. Please. And as she takes a few deep breaths of oxygen, her eyes meet mine again and she gives me a nod.

Okay.

“Lily, one last push,” Dr. Dhar coaches. “I know you’re tired, but we all want this baby out.”

Lily looks like she’s about to cry. I hover over her, and tilt her chin so she meets my gaze again. “This is easier than every battle you’ve been through.” I wipe the tears off her cheeks.

“One more time?” she asks like a question, even though she’s trying to boost her spirits.

“Yeah, Lil. One more.”

She inhales the oxygen and then shuts her eyes tight as she pushes. I clench my teeth, my jaw hurting the longer this goes on. Please let this be it.

And then, the next sound just floors me.

A cry.

Dr. Dhar has the baby in her hands.

I’m not the kind of guy anyone wants to see give life. Nasty, harsh, spiteful—a bastard. But I’m employing my brother’s motto for this one: I don’t give a shit.

I don’t give a shit.

Maybe some people don’t deserve second chances. But I’m worthy of this moment and this girl and this life I live and the one I created.

No one can tell me otherwise. Because the minute they place our baby on Lily’s chest is the minute that I feel a piece of me that I’d been keeping submerged. She’s already in tears, joy erupting through her features. And I feel all of it course inside. I’d been unwilling to let myself experience this. I’ve been filling the hollow places with pain, and I’m done.

I’m done with that torture.

One nurse dries the baby off and keeps a warm towel on him. And the other removes Lily’s oxygen mask. “Lo,” she chokes into a laugh, her chin trembling as tears cascade. I realize my cheeks are wet.