Page 112 of Fourteen of a Kind

“I want my husband!”

“ETA is ten minutes, Ella,” Kathy said.

“Okay, sweetheart. One more big push for your dad.”

Sitting up, I let out a howl as I closed my eyes and pushed as hard as I could, hearing the sweet cries of my baby.

“Here she is,” my dad exclaimed, setting her on my chest.

“She’s beautiful, sis.” Nicholas kissed my forehead.

“Here, Nathan. Why don’t you do the honor and cut the cord since Graham isn’t here?” My Uncle Christian said.

“Hi, baby girl.” Tears streamed down my face.

“We’re going to clean the baby up and get her weight.” Kathy smiled. “We’ll give her right back to you."

Georgia ran into the room. “She’s here already? Who delivered her?” She looked at us.

“Don’t look at me,” Nicholas said.

“I delivered my granddaughter.” My dad smiled.

“Okay. I got the placenta,” Georgia said.

My dad leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Good job, Mom.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“So, what are we calling the little angel?” my dad asked as the nurse handed my baby to me, swaddled in a pink blanket.

“Aubrey Rose Malone, I’d like you to meet your grandpa.” I smiled.

Graham ran into the room, stopped, and covered his mouth with his hands when he saw me holding our daughter.

“I missed it? God, babe. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. She wasn’t supposed to be here for another two weeks.”

“And who has a baby that fast?” Georgia said.

“Look at her. She’s beautiful.” Graham leaned over, kissed my lips, and took her from my arms. “Hi, Aubrey Rose. It’s your daddy.”

“Dad, did you call Mom?”

“I called and told her on my way here. She and Willow are on their way back now. They should be here in a couple of hours.”

“Don’t you think you should call and tell her that the baby is here?” Nicholas asked him.

“I’m going to right now, son. Gee, did you think I wouldn’t let her know?”

“It kind of looked like you weren’t going to.”

“Go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat right now, “ my dad said, gesturing at the door.

“I sent a message to the family about the arrival of Aubrey Rose,” my Uncle Christian said.

“Shit, bro. Why did you do that? If Sofia sees that before I call her, I’m dead.”

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