“I take back what I said.” I looked at him.
“You don’t hate me?”
“Oh, no. I still hate you.”
“She’s kidding, Dad,” Zoey said.
“I’m not.” I shot her a dirty look.
The doctor walked in. “How is everyone doing?”
“How do you think?!” I spat.
“Let’s see if things are moving along.” He examined me. “Good news, Sam. It’s time to push.”
I pushed for an hour, with Wes holding my hand on one side and Zoey holding the other.
“I see her head. One last big push, Sam. You can do it.”
I gave it my all, and suddenly, a loud cry filled the room. And just like that, Charlotte Elizabeth Castile was born into the world.
Chapter Forty-One
Weston
I cut the cord as tears filled my eyes.
“We did it, baby.” I leaned over and kissed Sam’s forehead.
“Correction. She did all the work,” Zoey said.
“Right.” I smiled.
The nurse set our baby girl on Sam as she wrapped her arms around her.
“She’s beautiful, Wes.”
“She certainly is. She looks like you.”
“But she definitely has your nose, Dad,” Zoey said.
“Perhaps she does.” I smiled.
“Welcome to the world, Charlotte Elizabeth.” Sam smiled.
The nurse took Charlotte from Sam, cleaned her up, weighed her, and wrapped her in a small pink blanket.
“Would you like to hold her, Dad?” the nurse asked.
“Can I?” I glanced at Sam.
She laughed. “She’s your daughter. Of course, you canhold her. Just sit down first, and make sure to hold her head.”
I stared down at my daughter and slowly rocked back and forth. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect, and the love that poured out of me for this child was unreal.
“So, are we all in agreement?” Zoey said, walking over and placing her finger in Charlotte’s hand.
“Agreement about what?” Sam asked.