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“Okay.” In the blink of an eye, any doubts are gone, and there is only strong and steady Blake left. “It’s going to be okay.”

Levi glances between the two of us. “Time for what? What’s going on?”

Blake pulls back, his hand falling to the small of my back as he looks at his youngest son. “Munchkin is coming.”

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

BLAKE

“I’m done,” Savannah says as her back crashes against my chest, her fingers loosening their grip on mine. “I can’t do this any longer.”

Her voice is low, exhaustion evident in every softly spoken word. Not that I can blame her, she’s been at this for hours.

“I need you to push, Savannah,” the doctor says as she glances up at the woman sitting in my arms.

Savannah shakes her head. “I can’t.”

Her cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat coating her forehead and making the honey strands that slipped her braid plaster to her face.

“You can,” I insist, tightening my hold on her.

I brush her hair out of her face. Savannah tilts her head back so she can look at me. “You’re wrong,” she protests, letting out a long exhale.

“I’m not wrong. I know you, baby. Besides, you’re not alone in this. I’ve gotcha, Blondie.” I rub my thumb over the back of her hand reassuringly. “A little bit more, and we’ll meet our baby.”

“Bl—”

Her words die down when another contraction hits her. Savannah groans loudly; her grip on my fingers tightens to the point of pain, but I don’t let go.

“That’s it, babe,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re doing so great. I’ve never been more amazed by you than I am right now.”

I rub at her back with my free hand, as I continue whispering soft reassurances, until finally,finally, loud crying fills the room.

Savannah lets out a sob as her body rests against mine. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she sucks in long gulps of air.

“You did it, Blondie.” My words come out raspy. My heart is in my throat as I brush her hair out of her face and press my forehead against hers. This stunning, amazing woman. “You’re fucking incredible, you know that?”

Savannah blinks those pretty blue eyes open, the corner of her mouth lifting in a smile. “I did it.”

“You did. Our little Christmas present.”

Savannah’s eyes fill with tears, and her throat bobs as she swallows.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor announces as she brings the small baby and places it on Savannah’s chest.

Savannah places her hand against the baby’s back as her gaze falls to our daughter, and I just stare at them, completely at a loss for words. It’s like all the air is knocked out of my lungs as I watch the woman I love holding our baby.

My girls.

Holy fuck.

My chest tightens as I just stare at Savannah, completely in awe. Of her. Of the baby we created. Of this moment.

Tears stream down her face as she gently rubs her finger over the baby’s exposed arm.

“A girl,” Savannah whispers, her voice thick with emotion. Those light blue eyes meet mine, and I can see tears glistening in them. “We have a girl.”

“We do.” I shake my head, still unable to wrap my mind around it. “A little girl.”

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