Page 59 of No First Kisses

Parker has tears streaming down her face as she holds out her hand for her husband. “He saw my vagina,” she cries out. “But he delivered my baby.”

“I’ll kill him later,” Remy promises, kissing his wife’s forehead and taking her hand in his.

I take another photo, and this one I know I’ll be blowing up. It is too perfect. There is so much love in the way Remy gently cradles her body to his.

“Ambulance is a minute away.” Chloe comes back on the line. “Sorry, Poppy. We don’t have EMD protocols in place for delivering twins on the computer. I had to pull the cards.”

“Why’d you go to the back door anyway?” Parker asks her husband, her chest still heaving as she tries to catch her breath from the quick delivery. “That’s stupid.”

He shakes his head, touching his son’s nose gently. “I thought you’d be in the kitchen. You know, eating some more of that pizza you sent me pictures of. Guess it worked to make you go into labor, huh?”

Parker sighs, resting against his chest. “Yeah, I didn’t expect it to work that fast, though.”

Sirens blare loudly, announcing the arrival of the paramedics, and I run outside to make sure they don’t try to go next door or something.

“She’s in here.” I motion for them to follow me, and as soon as we walk back into the living room, I get out of the way.

Logan still has his hands covered in gunk, and he stands there, staring at Parker like she is a ghost.

“Stop staring at my wife’s vagina,” Remy growls under his breath as the paramedics clean her up and get her ready to transport to the hospital.

“Shut it,” Logan counters loudly. “I just brought a life into the world. I don’t give two shits about her vagina. One second, he wasn’t here. The next, he was. Your boy, man. I had him in my arms.”

Remy’s face changes as he realizes that what is haunting Logan isn’t Parker’s vagina, but the birth of their baby boy.

“You go with your wife,” Logan tells Remy when the paramedics have her and the baby strapped onto the stretcher. “We’ll stay here with Nox and Cassie until you’re ready for them.”

“They’re immediate family,” one of the paramedics offers. “Immediate family, even children, are allowed at the hospital since Birch has family-centered delivery.” He starts pushing the gurney. “Give us enough time to get mom and dad there, and hopefully deliver Baby B, and bring the siblings down.”

Parker looks up from her baby’s face and locks her eyes on mine. “Take care of them, P. You’re the only one I trust not to let them ruin Nox while I’m popping out the last baby. And make sure you tell them to give me the good drugs after it’s all said and done.”

I nod. “I promise. But by the time I get there, your vagina’s gonna be fine.”

Parker is already out the door, so I don’t hear anything she says after that. But whatever it is has both the paramedics laughing and Remy looking back at me with concern.

“What’d she say?”

Logan blinks and then blinks again. Like he can’t quite wrap his head around everything that is happening.

“It was so big,” he whispers when we are the only ones in the room. “So fuckin’ big.”

“Her vagina?” I take him by the arm. “Or the baby’s head?”

Logan turns to me with the same wide eyes he looked at Parker’s vagina with. “Both.”

“You’re a cop, Lo. You’ve seen other women give birth. You’ve had training on how to help a woman deliver a baby. I don’t see why you’re freaking out.”

“P, that was one of my best friends’ wives. And I had to see… It was like squeezing a really hairy coconut out of the business end of a condom. That’s gonna happen to you, and what if I have to be there to see it? I’m not gonna recover.”

I know he is just shell-shocked, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna mess with him. The opportunity is staring me in the face, and I can’t let it go by.

Working to keep the smile off my face and out of my voice, I cock an eyebrow and stare at him. “Do you mean you’re never going to want to have sex with me again after I have your baby?”

Logan freezes, and it is a good thing I still have my phone in my hand, because I definitely snap a picture of the look on his face when he realizes exactly what he said and how it could be taken.

I get to see him stammer, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly while no words come out.

“That was mean,” Nox interrupts, his voice cutting through the growing tension in the room around us. “Mom does that to Dad a lot. She tricks him into thinking he messed up. But mostly he just has to take out the trash. What’s he supposed to do?” He waves a hand at Logan. “The poor guy just watched my mom poop out a baby. Do you know how big that poop had to be?”

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