Page 88 of Whatever It Takes
Miss Jackie rushed over to us. “Saint, calm the hell down and go pull the car around.” She scolded him and rubbed my lower back.
“Now they know they could’ve waited ‘til the reception was done.” Rome joked, helping me towards the entrance of the building.
“I guess they decided they didn’t want to miss the wedding.”
A few hours later, my legs were propped open, while Dr. Inez sat between them, encouraging me to push. I gripped Saint’s hand with everything I had and squeezed my eyes shut as I pushed.
“I can’t do this!” I cried.
“Yes, you can, you got this baby.” Saint encouraged, pressing his forehead against mine.
“One more push!” Dr. Inez instructed.
I screamed as I pushed with everything in me. A sudden feeling of relief filled me as a small cry filled the room. I collapsed against the bed, sobbing as Saint cut the umbilical cord. They laid Baby A against my chest. My relief didn’t last long; a few minutes later, Baby B made her appearance. Saint’s face was covered in tears as he stared down at us, eyes full of admiration.
The room had finally settled. Soft beeping machines. Quiet footsteps outside the door. My heart was full. Everything I ever prayed for was right here with me. Angel stirred against my chest. The small mole on her face next to her eye made it easy for me to tell them apart. Saint sat in a chair next to the bed with Sincere on his bare chest. His eyes were glued to me.
“I ain’t never witnessed anything so beautiful.” He admitted. “Not even close. Thank you for blessing me with fatherhood. I swear on my life, I got y’all for the rest of my life.”
“I love you, papa.”
“I love you too, gorgeous.”
I stared back at him. At my husband. At the man who stood beside me through it all. Took all my broken pieces and put them back together. He promised to do whatever it takes to keep me, and he did it, building something stronger than words can explain.
THE END.
