Page 166 of Three Pucks and a Baby

“Absolutely.” As they traded off, the two exchanged a kiss.

“Thanks for taking care of our girl,” Theo said to him.

“It was my honor.”

Grayson cleared his throat. “Um, hello, I helped too.”

Theo grinned. “And thanks to you, too.”

Once Theo was in place, Dr. Metcalf instructed me to resume pushing, which I reluctantly did. Something changed with my next push. Somehow, it felt like he was moving faster and farther.

“Okay, mama, looks like your baby was waiting on one of his daddies because he’s almost here,” Dr. Metcalf said.

“Really?” I panted.

“Yep. One more big push, and he’ll be here.”

Gritting my teeth, I pressed down and pushed with everything I had in me. Just when I thought I would pass out, the most beautiful cry in the world echoed around me.

“And he’s here!”

Through the tears blurring my vision, I stared at my son. My heart shuddered to a stop and then restarted. Although he was bloody and red-faced from wailing his lungs out, he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on. At that moment, whatever love I thought I had for him while he was in my belly was magnified by a thousand.

When he was placed on my chest, tears began streaming down my cheeks. My hands came up to cradle him against me. “Oh, my beautiful boy,” I crooned.

After kissing the top of his head, I stroked his cheek. “Shh, Mommy’s here,” I said. The combination of my voice and being close to my heartbeat helped to calm him.

When I looked up, the guys were staring down at me with so much love reflected in their eyes that it caused my chest to clench with emotion.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” I asked.

“Fucking amazing,” Grayson said.

“Just like his mom,” Bennett said with a smile.

Theo shook his head. “He’s more than I could’ve ever imagined or hoped for.”

I smiled at them through my tears. “You’re the luckiest boy in the world to have not one, but three dads to love you.”

He peered up at me like he knew just what I was saying and that he was pretty stoked to have won the dad lottery.

As the nurse took him over to be weighed and cleaned, the guys followed her. I had to laugh at how protective they already were. At his wail from getting his hair washed, the guys all tensed.

Just as Dr. Metcalf finished getting me stitched up, Wendy returned with my son and my three loves. “What’s his name?” she asked as she handed him back to me.

“The jury is still out on that one,” I teasingly replied.

Although we’d known the gender for months, we still weren’t set on a name. We’d been through all the online sites and tried out a few like Owen, Oliver, and Roland, which happened to be popular Tudor names.

But nothing seemed to fit.

“My vote is still with Oliver and call him Ollie,” Theo said.

Grayson scrunched up his nose. “Ollie sounds like a kid who gets beat up on the playground.”

Theo shoved him playfully. “He does not.”

As I stared down at my son, I argued, “He doesn’t look like an Oliver or an Ollie.”

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