Page 47 of The Secrets We Keep

Fluid rushes out of me as soon as I’m standing and I look at Grayson with wide eyes. “I think you broke my water.”

Grayson’s wide eyes mirror mine. “Are you serious?”

I nod my head frantically. “Call your mom and dad. They need to come watch the kids. My bag is downstairs. We can leave as soon as they get here.”

Grayson jumps into action, calling his parents and setting out clothes for us. He helps me get dressed and leads me downstairs. When Lisa and Kurt show up, we get in my SUV and drive to the hospital.

My contractions start on the drive there. By the time we get to the hospital, they’re about five minutes apart. Grayson proves how good of a man he is once again by how he acts during labor. He doesn’t leave myside and is constantly asking what he can do for me.

We decided to go through this pregnancy without finding out what the sex of the baby was. We already have a boy and a girl, so all that truly matters is a healthy baby. Three hours into my labor, it’s time to push.

“You can do this, baby,” Gray murmurs as he wipes the hair away from my face. “You’re so fucking strong.”

I pant through the contraction, borrowing some of his strength. “It hurts,” I whimper.

“I know it does, but you only have a little bit longer until our baby is here,” he says with a pained look. “I wish I could take this pain from you, baby, but I can’t. The only thing I can promise, is that I’m right here with you.” He squeezes my hand firmly.

I nod my head with determination. When my doctor tells me to push, I do, and after five more minutes, the sound of our baby’s cries fills the room.

“It’s a boy!” Grayson cheers before kissing me on the forehead. “You did it, baby!”

Tears fill my eyes as I watch Grayson cut the umbilical cord and they place our newborn son on my chest. He is the spitting image of Grayson already with a head full of dark hair and hazel eyes that blink up at me.

“What are we going to name him?” I ask as I gaze up at my husband.

“How about Hudson?” He asks with tears in his eyes.

I look adoringly at our son and smile. “Hudson is perfect.”

“Welcome to the club, Hudson,” Grayson murmurs. “We love you so much already.”

My eyes mist over. I never thought that I would have this. I thought that I would spend the majority of my life looking over my shoulder for my father. I thought that it would just be me and Asher against the world.But it isn’t. I’ve built this wonderful life for myself. No, not just for myself, for my kids, my husband.

Every time I have delivered one of my babies, I think of my mother. I wonder what she would have been like. I wonder if my life would have been different if she hadn’t died. I wonder if she’d be proud of me. From what the old timers have told me; she would have been an amazing mom. So, I decided to live that legacy for her. I’ll spend my days making sure that my kids are happy and safe. I’ll make sure they know that they’re wanted and loved. And I know that my husband will be right there with me.Forever.

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