Page 62 of Say I'm Yours, Firecracker

Finn pulled my chin towards him, his lips ghosted over mine before he whispered, “Good girl, mama.”

I could have melted, if it weren’t for the agonizing pain lancing through my body. His eyes were fierce, but also loving. Fully focused on me, not caring about anything else going on around us.

Bellamy burst into the room with Aaron and my doctor hot on her heels. She came to my other side in a rush to wipe her hand down my face, wiping the tears away. “I found your doctor, she’s going to check you and see how far along you are. Okay?”

Doctor Ashton smiled as she washed her hands and covered them in latex. Finn and Aaron hung out by the wall at the head of my bed. “Ronnie, I won't ask how you’re doing,” she chuckled at her own joke. No one else did, and the room got quiet.

“Let’s see how far you’ve progressed.”

While she watched the monitor that recorded my contractions Bellamy held my hand, letting me squeeze when the doctor checked my cervix.

“Ronnie, is there anyone you don’t want in this room for birth?” Her eyes were kind, as they always had been but the way they darted towards the back wall where the two men–who were currently pale and quiet stood–I just knew it was time.

Bellamy’s grip tightened around my hand, “Do you want us to leave?”

The doctor stood, speaking in low tones to the nurses while I made my decision. “Please stay, Bell.” She was the only family I had, and I really couldn’t do this without her.

Aaron clapped Finn on the shoulder and planted a kiss on Bellamy’s temple before squeezing our clasped hands. “I’ll wait outside with Finn’s family.” He smiled and left, not once looking back.

“Finn.” I blew out a steading breath, trying not to cry. I knew I would have to start pushing soon. I could feel the pressure radiating through my hips. “Will you hold my hand?”

His eyes widened, I didn’t know if it was shock that I even thought he wouldn’t, or if it was something else. “Always.”

The doctor and nurses got to work, and with every push it felt like my body was coming apart from the inside. Which I guess it was.

“I can’t.” I panted as Dr. Ashton asked for one more push, telling me I was doing a great job.

“You can, Firecracker.” Finn’s deep voice registered by my ear. “You can do anything.”

Bell ran a cool cloth over my forehead, wiping away the sweaty mess of my hair. Getting it out of my eyes. Finn’s gaze never left mine, encouraging me to push. I nodded at our unspoken agreement and pushed one more time.

A few seconds passed, but it felt like hours before I heard the quiet wail of my baby.

Our baby.

Finn’s eyes locked on the naked bundle with a dark head of hair. His eyes instantly watered as the nurses cleaned our baby up and placed him on my chest.

Finn didn’t move, he just stared at our son. His eyes wholly focused on him. The gentle slope of his nose, his little ear that was still folded over.

His gentle cry had me in tears, as I sobbed, Bellamy ran her hand over my head. She wasn’t a crier, but I knew she was crying too when a tear hit my shoulder. “You did it.” Was all she said before she placed a kiss on my cheek and his soft head.

I didn’t take my eyes off this precious baby to watch her leave. Presumably to tell the rest of our families the news.

“You have a healthy baby boy, you two,” Ashton said, as one of the nurses helped me sit up. My hands instinctively wrapped around our baby's velvet skin so he wouldn’t slide. He wiggled in my hold, finding my breast and latching on.

He suckled, and I felt a contraction hit my lower body. Not as strong as before, but noticeable.

Finn laughed, a full belly laugh as my wide eyes met his.

“That’s my son.” He whispered, and I laughed too. Through the tears I laughed with him, pure joy lit his face, and I had never seen him more handsome than he was right then. I was in love with Finn. Everything felt perfect as I ran a tentative hand over my little bean’s head.

As our son ate, he grunted and snorted, it was adorable and Finn watched in rapt fascination.

Dr. Ashton lifted a surgical pair of scissors, “It’s time, dad.”

Finn looked at me and I nodded, letting him know I was okay, thatwewere okay so he would take his eyes off of us to cut the cord that had nourished our little baby boy. A lone tear leaked down one of his cheeks as he handed the scissors back to Dr. Ashton, and returned to us.

“That’s our boy.” He said again, as if still in awe that we made something so perfect.

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