Page 98 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“The fuck I do?” he growls back. “And that is not how to talk to a person who woke up from a coma only six weeks ago.”
“Your woman came in here and got all huggy and shit.” I now turn accusing eyes toward Becca.
“Puck,” she chuckles, “that’s not how it works…”
“Well,” I point at Emily. “How do you explain this then?”
“Puck,” my wife tries to get my attention. “We need to get to the hospital. I need a doctor for this.”
Everyone clears out of the way when I bend down to pick her up from the couch. Her dress feels wet in the back, like soaking wet, and the couch underneath where she sat is a mess.
“Fuck,” I yell. “How much water is there to run out of you?”
With that, I turn around and almost run into Sully.
“My truck,” he says and takes off.
I go as fast as I can until I make it outside and then to his truck. I carefully place Emily in the back seat before slamming the door shut and running around to get in the other way.
The passenger door opens and Morgan slides in. She was Sully’s plus one at this shindig.
“Step on it,” I yell at my brother, and he doesn’t disappoint.
I look at Emily and see the force of the truck taking off pushing her into the back of the seat.
“Shit, I should’ve buckled you in.”
“I’m having contractions,” she screams in horror in response.
The next three hours go by so fast and also incredibly slow. We make it to the hospital just as the baby starts crowning, so they rush her to the delivery room.
Lots of tears, screams and wild emotions later, Thomas Blake Adams makes it into the world, perfectly sized at six pounds five ounces, and twenty inches long.
“Wow,” I just stare at him when they place him on Emily’s chest. “He is good size for a preemie, right?” He is early by more than a month.
“Healthy too from the sound of it,” the nurse chuckles. “Who’s cutting the cord?”
I look at Emily. She gives me a shaky smile and a nod, so I reach for the weird pair of scissor like things the nurse has out.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whisper. “Or him.”
“It’s safe, dad,” the nurse chuckles, amusement clear in her voice.
I grin big when I reach for what she’s handing me, but I legit start crying when I actually cut the cord, and they rush to put a weird clip around what’s still attached to my son.
My son.
I drop my head to Emily’s shoulder and cry some more.
“I’m a dad now,” I whisper and drop a kiss on her.
“And I’m a mom,” she responds, her voice shaky with emotion.
“I’m sorry, guys,” the nurse interrupts us. “We need to clean him up.”
I panic when she grabs the baby from Emily.
“What are you doing?” I snap at her.
