Page 116 of Armor

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We fought over appliances.

And then... well, we christened every room in the house.

All ten rooms.

The living room. The dining room. The kitchen. The laundry room. The sunroom. Our bedroom. The nursery. The next bedroom. The other bedroom. And the library.

Eight Months Later

I snarled at the doctor who told me to calm down.

Creedence laid her hand on mine and smiled, “It’s okay. Promise.”

I instantly calmed from her touch.

Then I bent my head and pressed a kiss on her sweaty temple.

And then... she growled as another contraction hit.

I kept my shit.

I kept keeping my shit until she said she needed to push, and the nurse wasn’t in the room.

I bolted out of the room, grabbed the first person I saw in pink scrubs, and dragged them into the room.

Creedence smiled, “I need to push.”

The nurse winked at her, “Got it.”

Then she looked at me and said, “Go to your wife. We have her.”

The doctor and nurses came into the room, and I held my wife’s hand as she growled, groaned, moaned, and screamed while she gave birth.

***

I sat there in that rocker with my baby girl.

She looked like her mother.

And I knew right then—I needed more guns.

“What are you thinking about?” I heard sleepily asked.

I looked at her and winked, “I need more guns.”

She burst out laughing.

Then she looked at me, “Now we need a boy who looks just like you, and my world will be complete.”

I winked at her, “Ready when you are.”

Creedence

My parents came into the room, followed by both clubs.

Connor looked at Alexander and said, “I’ll stalk her with a smile on my face to make sure she stays safe.”

I growled.

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