Epilogue
Months ago Tris had thought having Cov’s love was the only thing he needed to make him happy. He was wrong.
Dead wrong.
Right now he needed the damn doctor to do something.
His wife was in pain and no amount of back rubs or chipped ice or drugs seem to make it go away.
“One more should do,” Jason said from his position between Cov’s legs.
Yeah, Tris wasn’t sure how he felt about the other man getting such a close-up view of his wife.
“I can’t,” Cov wailed.
“You can, baby. You’re so brave and strong and you’ll rock being a mom,” he tried to placate.
“Don’t you talk to me about brave and strong. You’re not the one pushing two fifty-billion pound bowling balls through your vagina!”
“Ah…” Tris closed his mouth and let her squeeze the shit out of his hand.
“Easy there, momma.” The nurse stroked a hand over Cov’s taut belly. “Here comes another contraction.”
With an agonized cry Cov bore down. Sweat rolled down her face and coated her chest. Her eyes were scrunched tight, her nose crinkled and her hair lay plastered to her skin.
Tris thought she’d never looked more beautiful. He’d never loved her more.
“All right, here we go…”
Tristan’s gaze snapped to Jason’s face. The guy didn’t seem panicked. Not like Tris was. They were eight weeks ahead of schedule, but everything had been textbook perfect up until now. They just needed to make it through—
A tiny wail of protest broke the air and tears instantly flooded his eye, blurred his vision.
He leaned over, tried to see more of their first baby coming into the world. He saw a dark head…a wrinkly face…a pair of shoulders…and a perfect body with two arms, two legs and…a penis.
Shit. He had a son.
“It’s a boy, Cov. God. It’s a boy.”
“That’s right, Dad, baby number one is a boy. And judging by the weight of this guy…” Jason held their son in his hands “He’s a good sized one.”
“Can I see? I need to see.” Cov tried to sit.
“Hang on.” Jason passed the baby to the nurse and she placed him on Cov’s chest.
Tris watched his wife stroke a fingertip down the little guys check and didn’t bother to hold back the tears. They’d done that. Together. Made that perfect little boy.
Cov gasped, her face contorting with pain.
“Okay, looks like this second one is in a rush.”
The nurse scooped up the baby and handed him to Tris. “Step back, Dad.”
He didn’t go far. Wouldn’t dare. And as he held his new son, he watched as the tiny form of their second child entered the world.
There was no cry this time and the smiles from before were replaced with frowns that had him taking a step forward.
“Tristan?” Covington’s weak voice drew him to her. “What’s happening?”