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She could feel the pressure, as she once more gave it her all, pushing and emptying her lungs in a scream.
“Here she is,” Elaina said, holding a squirmy, grouchy, red-cheeked baby in her hands.
A second later, the crying bean was placed on Ruby’s chest, covered in a warm towel. One hand holding her first born, the other took Morgan’s and laid it over the tiny human.
“She’s so tiny.” Morgan’s voice shook as he leaned in to see his daughter for the first time. “And so perfect.” Then he turned to Ruby and kissed her forehead. “You did so well.”
Tears streaming down her cheeks, Ruby kissed her firstborn’s head. “Welcome to the world, sweet Sommer.”
Bonus Content
Alexanders and Jack’s spicy meet-cute
Jack
Houston traffic stretched in front of him for miles. Jack let his head fall against the seat when his phone pinged, catching his attention. He’d matched on a dating app. Against better knowledge of the traffic laws, he snatched the phone from its holder. Not like they were going anywhere anyway.
Hi,
Is that concert date still on the table or am I too late?
He tapped on the profile, dazzled by the smile staring back at him. Alexander was bisexual, self-employed, and his kryptonite was chocolate cake. He was tall and though muscular, still slim with inky black hair and warm green eyes.
You’re just in time. Do you want a ride?
Wouldn’t say no. I live off Gessner and Memorial. Does that work?
Alexander sent through his address, and Jack popped it into his GPS.Not a shabby place,he thought to himself, firing off his response with one eye on the traffic.
I’ll be there in 45min.
The Luke Combs tickets had been a gift from his sister, only for her and the kids to come down with a stomach bug. So, in a last-ditch effort to find someone to go with, he’d added it to his profile, following a ton of boring info that would filter out all the fuckboys. Considering that Alexander had combed through all of it, all the way to the very last paragraph, he was a very patient man.
A little earlier than expected, he parked off to the side of the high-rise and got out of his truck. Leaning against the hood on the passenger side door, he texted his date that he’d arrived. Slipping his phone into his back pocket, he lifted his hat to adjust his hair.
Just a few minutes later, Alexander appeared, scanning his surroundings until their eyes met. Andfucking hell, the profile hadn’t lied. He wore a black button-up shirt with his chest exposed. His sleeves were rolled up, and the veins popping out of his forearms made Jack’s mouth water. Damp hair slicked back out of his face, eyes beaming like a blooming spring tree in the sun.
“Shit, now I feel under dressed,” Alexander mumbled, eyes trailing from Jack’s hat to the pristine belt buckle and then to the freshly shone boots.
He chuckled, turned towards the passenger door, and opened it for his date. “I don’t believe you are.” He could feel Alexander’s gaze on him as he rounded the hood and climbed into the driver seat. “But are you a country fan?”
Alexander shrugged and smirked. “Not diehard. My brothers always say my taste for music is like a DJ vomiting a playlist with no idea what he’s doing. If you can’t switch from heavy metal to K-pop, you can’t ride with me.”
That had him chuckling again. “Not sure what that says about you.”
A black brow shot up as he was given a snarky look. “Maybe I am an open-minded creature who doesn’t limit himself.”
“True.”
“So, tell me what had you going to a concert all by yourself?”
“My sister cancelled on me. I actually thought no one would even read the nonsense I put in my bio to get to the last paragraph.”
“I thought it was a joke until you mentioned a fucking bathroom schedule. I had to make sure your mental health was intact. Like, who puts a whole fucking recipe to his favourite smoothie in there? And who in their right mind puts cucumbers, avocado, and raw eggs in that shit anyway?”
“I have no idea.”
Alexander laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, as curls dropped over his eyes like a curtain. “Well, I am glad you don’t.”
