Page 21 of Her Lost Soldier
I nod my head and fight to bring my baby into the world. And there’s a rush of loosening in my belly and a wailing cry that gets louder and angrier.
And the doctor grins. “It’s a boy!”
And the man who gave me his name and a baby boy smiles from where he’s sitting in a wheelchair, still pale and shaky after he hit the dirt.
“I love you, baby. He’s beautiful. And so are you?”
I snort and the guy behind me chuckles as they fix me up to go inside. I glance back at him. “What’s your name, Sheriff?”
He grins. “Dax.”
“Dax.” I smile. “I think that’s a fine name for a baby boy.”
Jeremiah growls but he doesn’t say anything. They take us inside and pretty soon I’m alone with my hubby and our little boy and he’s eating like the little champ he is. I caress his cheek and his little mouth sucks harder.
“He is beautiful,” I say, love warming my insides. This boy is the culmination of the life we should always have had.
Jeremiah grins at me and slips behind me to hold both of us steady while his son eats. His big body holds me safe and warm.
And I’m finally, finally where I’ve always been meant to be. With the love of my life and our little boy, living the dream we’ve always shared.
The future will work itself out. As long as I have my family.
Jeremiah smiles at me and holds me tight as our son slips into sleep, his little pudgy fingers gripping the fabric of the gown, his mouth suckling at my breast.
Dax and Jeremiah. My two boys.
My past, present and future. Forever.
