Page 83 of The Best Friend Problem
“Yeah, it was, but we’re all okay, and that’s the important thing.”
“I can’t believe you’re awake.” Mo shook her head. “Aren’t you tired?”
Exhausted, but she’d gotten a few hours of sleep in the recovery area, and honestly, she was still riding the high of seeing her sweet children’s faces. Children. She was a mommy. Her dream had come true and so much more because she got Finn along with it. Who knew her heart desired more?
“We’re back, Mommy.”
Pru tilted her head to see around Mo, a smile curving her lips as Finn and the nurse came in, wheeling two baby bassinets in front of them.
“How’d they do?” She tried to get a look at her babies, but from the angle of her bed, it was hard to see down into the bassinets.
“Sasha is a little fish.” Finn grinned, looking down at his daughter. “She loves the water. Simon, on the other hand, cried the entire time.”
“Oh no.”
“Don’t worry,” the nurse said with a kind smile. “I think he was just grumpy because his sister got to go first. You two are going to have your hands full with these sweet little bundles.”
“They’ll be fine.” Mo winked. “They’ve got help.”
They did have help—from her amazing friends and Finn’s awesome family. It filled her heart to bursting to know that so many people already loved her babies. They had a village surrounding them to love and care for them. A family of blood and heart.
The nurse smiled, leaving them alone. Pru lifted her arms.
“Gimme.” It’d only been about half an hour, but she already missed her babies. Man, she was going to smother these kiddos with love. They’d be sick of her by Tuesday.
“Hold on.”
Finn glanced at Mo and Lilly, the three of them sharing some strange unspoken conversation. Her friends smiled, stepping away from her side as they moved to the far end of the bed. Mo pulled her phone out of her pocket, trying to be discreet about it, but Pru saw the woman hold it up, camera facing Pru.
What in the world was going on?
“Finn?”
“The babies have a present for their mommy.”
She laughed. “They’re less than a day old and they already have a present for me? I think I’m going to like being a mom.”
He said nothing, simply smiled, lifting the nearest baby into the cradle of his arms and carefully walking the few steps to the bed where she lay. When he placed the baby in her arms, she glanced down, immediately knowing she was holding Sasha. How? Call it a mother’s instinct or the distinct forehead freckle she’d noticed on her daughter right after they’d pulled her out and held the precious baby up for mommy to see.
The white blanket with tiny footprints her daughter had been wrapped in before her bath was gone, replaced by a white playsuit that had the words our daddy? printed on it.
“Huh?”
They’d gotten a lot of silly baby clothes with jokes varying from dumb to hilarious over the past few months, but this one she didn’t get.
Finn leaned over her, his smiled turning into a frown as he read the garment.
“Shit! I mean, shoot. Sorry, babies. Daddy didn’t mean to say a bad word.”
He was freaking adorable. “Pretty sure they can’t understand curse words yet, babe.”
He pointed a finger at her, gently grabbing Sasha from her arms and placing a soft kiss to her lips in the process. He turned, placing their baby in her bassinet, and then reached over to grab Simon. Bringing the tiny boy to her with the same care he used with his sister, Finn grinned.
“There. Simon was supposed to go first, but much like with the bath, I guess Sasha is always going to be one step ahead of our boy.”
Growing up an only child, Pru had no experience with sibling rivalry. Good thing Finn had experience in spades.
She glanced down to see that Simon had something written on his clothing as well. Words that, when paired with his sister’s, made Pru’s heart stop.
