Page 46 of Joyride
“No, she’s still in labor. It could be a while,” Sienna tells him.
Shade turns to us. “Get a room or something.”
Sketch and I laugh.
“Get used to it, brother. I’m not keepin’ my hands off her just because you’re around,” Sketch tells him.
Shade groans in discomfort, sitting next to Sienna. “Save me, please.”
She laughs at him. “Oh, babe, get over it."
A few hours go by, and more brothers trickle in. By now, I’m sitting next to Sketch instead of on his lap. Buster has had one of the nurses keeping us updated so he doesn’t have to leave Cali’s side. Each of their parents is here, too. Cali only wanted her and Buster in the room, so their parents are hanging out in the waiting room with the rest of us.
My stomach growls and Sketch gives me a lopsided grin.
“Hungry?”
“A little,” I admit.
“Want to go grab some food?”
“No, I can wait,” I tell him.
“I can go pick something up and bring it back.”
“I’ll go with you,” Shade says to him.
Sketch nods at Shade. “What do you want to eat, Little Bird?”
“I’m good with whatever. Surprise me.”
“What about you, Whiskey,” Shade asks Sienna.
“I’m okay with being surprised, too.” She smiles at him.
Sketch kisses the tip of my nose. “We’ll be back soon.”
“Drive safe,” I tell them.
Thirty minutes later, they walk back in with bags of food. Sketch sits next to me, reaching into the bag and pulling out two styrofoam containers, handing me one.
“This smells fantastic.” I open it and laugh. Chicken tenders, fries, and three sides of ranch. “You know me so well.”
Another couple of hours go by before Buster walks into the waiting room with a smile a mile wide.
“I’m a dad. He’s perfectly healthy, twenty-one point three inches long and weighs seven pounds six and a half ounces,” Buster announces. He passes his phone around to some of the guys, showing them a picture. “His name is Caden Michael Brewer.”
“That’s a nice strong name,” Cali’s father says to Buster before wrapping him in a hug. Most everyone leaves after congratulating Buster. His parents and hers have gone into the room to see Cali and Caden.
“Congratulations, brother.” Sketch gives Buster a man hug.
“I can’t wait to get all the baby snuggles,” I say. “He’s adorable.”
“He gets that from his mama.” Buster grins.
“We’ll leave you to spend time with your new family. We’ll come see you in the morning,” Sketch tells him.
“Only if you bring breakfast,” Buster deadpans.
