Page 100 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
Everyone alternates between gushing over the baby and me, more so the women, with the guys just standing in the background with smiles on their faces.
“I can’t believe all the babies we’re getting in this family all of a sudden,” Wyatt chimes in. “Ali, I want another one, as soon as possible. A boy, please,” he adds as he eyes Thomas in his crib.
“I’d like to wait until the baby we currently have is at least out of diapers, Wy. Please,” she adds and blows him a kiss.
When Thomas starts whimpering in the crib, Arlene rushes to grab him and bring him to me.
“I love babies so much,” she whispers, sniffing at his head. My heart stops at what she says next. “My new grandson.”
My eyes fly to my father’s face. He is watching her with so much love, it takes my breath away. It’s as if they came full circle in a way.
I open my arms for dad to come to me, and he doesn’t waste a second of it. On his way, he drops a soft kiss on Arlene’s head and brushes his fingers over my son’s head that’s covered in a standard hospital hat.
“Where is Puck?” I whisper in his ear when I finally have my arms around his neck.
“He is…”
Just as he is about to continue, the door opens, and a disheveled Puck walks in. I grin from ear to ear at the picture he makes. His hair is all over the place, and the white t-shirt he has on is wrinkled to hell, but it looks so good against the light wash of the jeans he has on. The plaid shirt he is wearing over it makes it look all sorts of sexy. Then again, I find that everything he does or says is sexy.
“Puck,” I call to my husband just as Arlene finally places the baby in my arms.
“I think he’s hungry, honey,” she whispers to me. When I look down, I just see a tiny face that’s red and angry looking.
“Do you guys mind…” I look around, unsure of what I’m supposed to do.
Wrecker is the first one to react.
“I’m out. Let’s go, Bex.” He puts his hand out, and Becca rushes to it like a magnet.
“Same,” Sully averts his eyes and turns to leave. “Good luck, man,” he pats Puck on the back on his way out.
“It’s a natural process, dude,” Wyatt calls after Dylan, laughing like a lunatic, but he does grab Ali and leaves as well.
Pretty soon, the only ones left in the room, other than myself and Puck, are my dad and Arlene.
“I can go…” She tries to get away from dad, but he holds her in place.
I don’t have time to wonder what they’re talking about because my son is screaming the place down at this point. Puck steps in front of me, helping me to open my shirt and take my boob out. The baby latches on so easily, I almost cry in relief. Puck then manages to arrange everything so that I am not exposed as I breastfeed. It doesn’t bother me any, but I know his possessive side can’t handle it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear when he pushes the hair out of my face.
“Did you go home to change?” I smile at him. Seeing as he is not wearing the same clothes he was wearing when we came to the hospital, that’s the only conclusion I can come up with.
“Yeah,” he nods, bobbing his head up and down and looking worried.
“What’s going on?” My voice is shaking a little bit. I am scared of what he might say. It doesn’t look good at all.
Puck lets out a long breath of distress, then looks at my father. He gives him a nod, and Arlene gets all teary eyed.
“Em,” he finally says. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper, wincing when the baby sucks on my nipple just a bit too hard.
“Being your husband is everything I’ve always wanted. And now,” he points at the baby, “this is just… everything. It will always be everything. But…”
My pulse starts racing, and I want to cry.
“Why is there abut?”
