“We’re your brothers, little girl,” Jax cooed.
“Yeah.” Madoc laughed. “You’re so screwed.”
Everyone laughed, high off the rush of a new baby, but I was falling. The blanket shifted, and I looked down to see her little feet nudge their way out.
“Jesus, she’s little,” I breathed out, amazed. I looked up. “Mom, I . . .”
But my mom was crying, tears streaming down her face, and I immediately felt like shit that I hadn’t gone to her first.
“Are you okay?” I asked, trying to slip away from Quinn’s little fist, but it was no use.
She shook her head clear, smiling. “I’m on top of the world,” she assured me. “The picture I’m looking at right now couldn’t be more perfect.” And she started crying again, looking at Madoc, Jax, and me. Jason brought her head into his chest, looking completely disheveled himself.
“She’s going to be a blonde,” he pointed out, referring to his new daughter.
“How do you know?” Jax asked, curious.
“Because she’s practically bald. Just like Madoc was.”
Madoc snorted and shot his dad an annoyed look.
I put my hand on top of her head, amazed at how it fit in my palm. I felt Tate watching me and looked up to see a smile in her eyes.
“You want to hold her, Jared?” my mom spoke up.
I shook my head. “I don’t think—”
But Madoc was already on me, handing her off. I brought my arms up, feeling them shake under the weight of her weightlessness.
“Oh, shit.” I breathed hard.
“Language.” I heard my mom’s faint mumble.
Madoc took his arms away, slowly lowering her head into the crook of my arm, and even though she weighed nothing, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hang on to her.
Different from any other feeling I’d ever had.
I pinched my eyebrows together, studying every little inch of her sweet face.
“She’s so small,” I said more to myself than to the others.
“She’ll grow,” Jax commented, peering over my shoulder.
I shook my head, not believing that I was once that little. “So helpless . . .”
Tate finally appeared at my side and kissed her forehead. “A girl with you three as her brothers will be anything but helpless.” She laughed.
My chest suddenly shook, watching as her mouth opened in a little oval as she yawned, and—holy shit—I was going to die. Could she get any cuter?
I laughed so I wouldn’t cry. “I feel like my heart is breaking, and I don’t know why. What the hell?”
“It’s love,” I heard my mother say. “Your heart isn’t breaking. It’s growing.”
Tate wrapped her arm around my waist and leaned her head on my arm, both of us watching Quinn.
I leaned down, brushing a kiss on her cheek and inhaling her baby scent.
Jesus, I was pathetic.
“My turn,” Jax shot out, nudging in.
Reluctantly, I handed her off, careful to support her head. I was unnerved by how much I didn’t want to give her up.
Hell, I even hated the thought of ever having to leave Shelburne Falls again.
“Oh, God!”
We all turned, stunned out of our baby trance as Juliet dove for the wastebasket and vomited, turning away from us to hide her display.
“Juliet!” Jax shouted, handing the baby off to our mom as he and Tate rushed over to help.
“Baby, are you okay?” he asked as Tate pulled back her hair.
“Oh, my God,” she groaned, dry heaving over the garbage. “I’m so sorry. I don’t want to make the baby sick if I caught something.”
“Here.” Jax handed her some Kleenex to wipe her mouth and supported her body with his arm.
She pushed him away, lurching again and emptying just about everything else she had in her stomach.
“Oh, no.” A nurse walked in, shoving the water pitcher at me as she rushed to Juliet’s side.
“I’m sorry,” Juliet mumbled, holding her hand over her mouth, a pink blush settling on her skin.
I put the pitcher down on my mom’s little dinner table and poured some water for both her and Juliet.
“No harm done,” the nurse soothed. “Come with me.” And she placed a hand on her back, guiding her out.
Jax and Tate made a move to follow, but Juliet stopped them. “No, you stay. Both of you,” she ordered. “I’ll be fine. Stay with Quinn. I’ll see you in the waiting room.”
“You’re not fine,” Jax shot out.
“Stay,” she commanded. “Please, I’ll feel bad. I’m just going to the bathroom, anyway. I’ll see you in a minute.”
Jax stood at the doorway, watching her go, and the rest of us took seats on the couch, laughing at Madoc taking selfies with Quinn.
***
“Looks like the cruise is shot,” I commented, noticing that the time on my phone already read after four in the afternoon.
By the time we’d gotten to the hospital and visited with my mom, Jason, and Quinn, it was nearly time to head home for Tate’s race tonight.
Thankfully, the weather had cleared up, so Jax was expecting a full crowd.
“It’s okay.” Tate nuzzled in under my arm, wrapping her arm around my waist. “This was a much better day anyway.”
She looked over at Jax on her other side and then up at me. “Your sister is a very lucky girl. You both know that, right?”
“Yeah.” Madoc laughed. “You’re so screwed.”
Everyone laughed, high off the rush of a new baby, but I was falling. The blanket shifted, and I looked down to see her little feet nudge their way out.
“Jesus, she’s little,” I breathed out, amazed. I looked up. “Mom, I . . .”
But my mom was crying, tears streaming down her face, and I immediately felt like shit that I hadn’t gone to her first.
“Are you okay?” I asked, trying to slip away from Quinn’s little fist, but it was no use.
She shook her head clear, smiling. “I’m on top of the world,” she assured me. “The picture I’m looking at right now couldn’t be more perfect.” And she started crying again, looking at Madoc, Jax, and me. Jason brought her head into his chest, looking completely disheveled himself.
“She’s going to be a blonde,” he pointed out, referring to his new daughter.
“How do you know?” Jax asked, curious.
“Because she’s practically bald. Just like Madoc was.”
Madoc snorted and shot his dad an annoyed look.
I put my hand on top of her head, amazed at how it fit in my palm. I felt Tate watching me and looked up to see a smile in her eyes.
“You want to hold her, Jared?” my mom spoke up.
I shook my head. “I don’t think—”
But Madoc was already on me, handing her off. I brought my arms up, feeling them shake under the weight of her weightlessness.
“Oh, shit.” I breathed hard.
“Language.” I heard my mom’s faint mumble.
Madoc took his arms away, slowly lowering her head into the crook of my arm, and even though she weighed nothing, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hang on to her.
Different from any other feeling I’d ever had.
I pinched my eyebrows together, studying every little inch of her sweet face.
“She’s so small,” I said more to myself than to the others.
“She’ll grow,” Jax commented, peering over my shoulder.
I shook my head, not believing that I was once that little. “So helpless . . .”
Tate finally appeared at my side and kissed her forehead. “A girl with you three as her brothers will be anything but helpless.” She laughed.
My chest suddenly shook, watching as her mouth opened in a little oval as she yawned, and—holy shit—I was going to die. Could she get any cuter?
I laughed so I wouldn’t cry. “I feel like my heart is breaking, and I don’t know why. What the hell?”
“It’s love,” I heard my mother say. “Your heart isn’t breaking. It’s growing.”
Tate wrapped her arm around my waist and leaned her head on my arm, both of us watching Quinn.
I leaned down, brushing a kiss on her cheek and inhaling her baby scent.
Jesus, I was pathetic.
“My turn,” Jax shot out, nudging in.
Reluctantly, I handed her off, careful to support her head. I was unnerved by how much I didn’t want to give her up.
Hell, I even hated the thought of ever having to leave Shelburne Falls again.
“Oh, God!”
We all turned, stunned out of our baby trance as Juliet dove for the wastebasket and vomited, turning away from us to hide her display.
“Juliet!” Jax shouted, handing the baby off to our mom as he and Tate rushed over to help.
“Baby, are you okay?” he asked as Tate pulled back her hair.
“Oh, my God,” she groaned, dry heaving over the garbage. “I’m so sorry. I don’t want to make the baby sick if I caught something.”
“Here.” Jax handed her some Kleenex to wipe her mouth and supported her body with his arm.
She pushed him away, lurching again and emptying just about everything else she had in her stomach.
“Oh, no.” A nurse walked in, shoving the water pitcher at me as she rushed to Juliet’s side.
“I’m sorry,” Juliet mumbled, holding her hand over her mouth, a pink blush settling on her skin.
I put the pitcher down on my mom’s little dinner table and poured some water for both her and Juliet.
“No harm done,” the nurse soothed. “Come with me.” And she placed a hand on her back, guiding her out.
Jax and Tate made a move to follow, but Juliet stopped them. “No, you stay. Both of you,” she ordered. “I’ll be fine. Stay with Quinn. I’ll see you in the waiting room.”
“You’re not fine,” Jax shot out.
“Stay,” she commanded. “Please, I’ll feel bad. I’m just going to the bathroom, anyway. I’ll see you in a minute.”
Jax stood at the doorway, watching her go, and the rest of us took seats on the couch, laughing at Madoc taking selfies with Quinn.
***
“Looks like the cruise is shot,” I commented, noticing that the time on my phone already read after four in the afternoon.
By the time we’d gotten to the hospital and visited with my mom, Jason, and Quinn, it was nearly time to head home for Tate’s race tonight.
Thankfully, the weather had cleared up, so Jax was expecting a full crowd.
“It’s okay.” Tate nuzzled in under my arm, wrapping her arm around my waist. “This was a much better day anyway.”
She looked over at Jax on her other side and then up at me. “Your sister is a very lucky girl. You both know that, right?”
