Page 101 of Ronen
There was nothing beautiful about this at all.
I was covered in sweat,stuffwas dripping from me, and the pain was absolutely unbearable.
Well, it had been until the nice man had come in with the lovely drugs. Now I just felt pressure. So much pressure.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Mason wiped my face with a cool, damp cloth. “You’re amazing.”
“Damn right I am,” I panted, “And don’t you forget it.”
“Okay, Ronen,”Lily called from somewhere between my legs, “One more good push, and your baby’s head should be out.”
“Agggghhh,” I yelled from between gritted teeth, holding onto my knees, Mason’s strong hands supporting my back and helping me get a good push.
The pressure built until I didn’t think I could take it anymore, then crested and was done.
“Good, good!” Lily encouraged, “Now the next one, nice and easy. We need to get the shoulders out.”
The next few minutes were nothing but a blur, of Lily and Mason shouting instructions and encouragement, and my body feeling like I was no longer in control of it.
When I felt the baby slip from me, I collapsed into Mason’s arms, half laughing, half crying. He covered my face in kisses, saying nonsense words I couldn’t make out.
An angry wail filled the room, and I half laughed, half cried. “He’s here!”
Mason laughed too, his eyes shining. “And he is pissed! Must take after you,” he teased.
“He looks healthy,” Lily told us, laying the screaming, wet, red baby on my bare chest.
“Hello,” I crooned, running a hand over the baby’s back.
His dark hair was wetly plastered to his head, his face was scrunched up and reddish purple, as he screamed his lungs off, and he was absolutely the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
“Hello, Colton,” Mason whispered, touching the baby like he was a piece of glass that might break. “Welcome to the world.”
“Colton?” A deep voice sounded offended from the doorway. “You’re naming my grandson Colton?”
“Out!” I yelled, pointing at my dad. “Get. Out. Boundaries! Learn them!”
Jamie didn’t look sorry at all about practically walking in on his son giving birth. “I just wanted to make sure everything was going alright in here, and you were doing fine. You were taking forever. Your papa was worried.”
Bash appeared, grabbing his husband by the arm. “His papa was not worried! His papa told you to sit your ass in that hospital seat and to not move. This is what I get for having to use the loo. I should have known better than to leave you alone for even a minute.”
Bash pulled Jamie out of the room, calling, “We’ll be back when you are ready for visitors, Ronen. We love you! Colton is a fine name!”
Lily snickered from where she was still between my legs, doing whatever she was doing. “You’d think I would be used to your family after all these years, but nope. They still shock the hell out of me sometimes.”
She handed Mason a pair of surgical scissors. “Want to cut the cord, Daddy?”
“Yes,” Mason nodded like an overeager dog, but his hands were shaking as he cut through the umbilical cord that tied the baby to me.
Enfolding me and the baby in a hug, he whispered, “I love you so much. You were amazing. He’s amazing.”
Looking down at our son, who was staring at us quietly now, with unfocused eyes, I had to agree with my mate.
Mason
“As birthday presents go, this one tops all of them,” Matty stared down in awe at his sleeping nephew in his arms. ‘You always were such an overachiever, Ro.”
“I figure after this, I don’t owe you any more presents for life.” Ronen waved a hand at the baby. “I got you a baby for your birthday. You’re welcome.”
