Bennett (On the Line Book 2)(65)
“I’m here, baby. It’s almost over. He’s almost here.”
She murmured something unintelligible. The doctor and nurses went to work, and I said a silent prayer for the two people I needed to be okay.
“Here he is,” the doctor said a minute later. She held up our slippery-looking, screaming boy, who had a head full of dark hair.
Charlotte smiled, tears silently streaming from her eyes. I tried to speak, but only a choked sob came out. They took him aside to clean him up.
“He’s beautiful, Char,” I said. “So perfect. You did amazing.”
“Let’s name him . . . Christopher,” she murmured softly.
“I was thinking Charlie,” I said. “After you.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Yeah. Charlie Holloway Morse.”
“Bennett.” She closed her eyes and smiled again. “I love you so much. And I love our Charlie.”
“So do I, babe.” I kissed her brow and looked past the sheet at the doctor. “Everything’s good?”
“Yes. I’m stitching her up. You’ll be able to hold your son in just a minute here.”
When they put him in my arms, I bent down and tilted my arms so Charlotte was face-to-face with him. She cooed and kissed him but was too weak to hold him just yet.
I rocked my bundled son and took him outside the operating room for a quick peek from my mom and Liam.
My mom cried, as expected. But what surprised me were the sniffles and tears from my tattooed, badass roommate.
“Man, he’s perfect,” Liam said, wiping his cheek. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks. We named him Charlie. Charlie Holloway Morse.”
Liam sighed and looked up at the ceiling, fresh tears pooling in his eyes. “That’s f*cking awesome, brother.”
He hadn’t called me that in almost six months. Maybe Charlie was the one person who could bring us back together.
Charlotte
When I walked into the kitchen, Bennett was cooking eggs at the stove, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweats and a sexy smile.
“Mornin’,” he said. “Made you some decaf.”
He poured me a mug of coffee and I took a sip. “I’m not even wishing for caffeine today because I just slept for three hours in a row.” I looked down at Charlie, who was nursing contentedly while cradled in my free arm.
“That’s like eight hours in non-newborn-parent time,” Bennett said.
“It is. For a four-week-old baby, he’s a good sleeper.”
I sighed softly. “Four weeks. My maternity leave is halfway over.”
“I’m stopping by that day care today to get a brochure after I meet up with Orion.”
“Orion? Training camp doesn’t start for a couple more weeks, does it?”
Bennett shrugged and met my eyes. “I told him after our last playoff game that I probably wouldn’t be back. I think he wants to find out my plans so he can get a new winger.”
“A new winger? What are you talking about? Is this because you guys didn’t win the championship?”
He shook his head. “It’s just time, babe. I need to get a better job.”
“The money thing is fine. We have enough.”
“Yeah, enough to get by, but I want more than that for us.”
I looked down at my bright-eyed son and smiled. “Please don’t quit, Bennett. You’re supposed to be playing hockey, I just know it.”
“Yeah, but . . . there’s this girl. I want to buy her a ring, and I can’t do that on what I make now. This is for the best.”
“No.” I looked up and held his gaze. “If you want to make me happy, keep playing hockey.”
“I’d be gone so much, though. You’d have to be up with Charlie at night and then go to work the next day when I’m gone. I need to be here to help with him.”
“You’re here a lot of nights too, though. It’s not like you’re permanently gone. And he’ll sleep better as he gets older. Don’t quit hockey for me. You love it and I love that. There are too few passions in life to let one slip away so easily. Didn’t you say that to someone when you were volunteering at the Suicide Prevention Center?”
A corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. “Yeah, I did.”
“Then it’s settled.”
He arched his brows, amused. “Is it?”
“I hope so.”
Charlie had unlatched and was smacking his tiny lips. His eyelids drooped, a nap on its way soon.
“I’ll take him so you can eat,” Bennett said, scooping scrambled eggs from the pan onto a plate for me.
I passed him our son and he cradled him against his bare chest, rocking him slowly. Seeing him in action as a daddy was very sexy. My incision was nearly healed, and I’d be cleared for light exercise by the doctor soon. I was planning on counting sweaty sex in that category.
“I’m working twelve to seven at the lumberyard after I meet Orion,” Bennett said. “You want me to bring home dinner?”
“Sure.”
I finished my eggs and took Charlie, putting him in his cradle for a nap. The swishing sound of the motor rocking it back and forth made me feel sleepy, too. I curled up on the couch with a blanket and was almost asleep when I felt a warm kiss on my forehead.