Page 91 of The Baby Twist
“She’s beautiful, Jenna,” Lucas kissed my forehead as his eyes filled with tears.
“And here’s your son,” Dr. Lewis smiled as she held up our screaming little boy and then handed him off to another nurse.
Suddenly, they raced Samuel out of the room, and a nurse walked over to me.
“Jenna, your son is having a little trouble breathing, so we’re going to take him to the NICU for a bit.”
I grabbed my husband’s arm and looked at him as tears filled my eyes.
“Go. Go be with our son.”
He ran out of the room as the tears streamed down my face.
Once the doctor finished closing me up, one of the nurses put Serena in my arms.
“Hi there. I’ve waited so long to meet you, beautiful girl. I’m your mom.”
She was so beautiful and tiny. My heart ached for my son; all I wanted to do was hold him and tell him everything would be okay. The pain in my heart was unbearable. I wanted my son and my husband.
I was wheeled to my room, and the nurse who was assigned to me brought me a bottle for Serena. I’d decided not to breastfeed the twins since my milk supply wasn’t great to begin with, and I had to stop with Scarlett within four months. I was consumed with fear for my son and couldn’t think about anything else. Suddenly, Lucas walked into the room and ran over to me.
“He’s fine, Jenna. Samuel is perfectly fine. The nurse said she’ll bring him to the room in a few minutes.”
“Thank God.” I felt as if I could breathe again.
“Hey there, sweetheart.” Lucas smiled as he touched Serena’s cheek.
“Do you want to hold her and finish feeding her?”
“I would love to.”
As soon as I handed her over to him, the nurse brought me my son. The moment she put him in my arms, I started to sob.
“Here’s his bottle.” The nurse smiled at me as she patted my arm.
“He looks just like you,” I said to Lucas.
“You think so?” He grinned.
“He has your lips and nose. And your forehead. I can already foresee him being a little heartbreaker.”
The corners of his mouth curved upward as he stared at me.
“What?” I smiled.
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“For giving me the best birthday gifts of my life.”
My parents brought Scarlett up the next morning to meet her brother and sister. I wouldn’t lie and say that Lucas and I weren’t a little worried. Her entire world was changing, and we weren’t sure how she would handle it.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
SIX WEEKS LATER
Lucas
