“Push, Sophie, the harder you push, the sooner this will all be over,” Dr. Soren encouraged and Sophie complied. Again, she pressed her hands into the bed and I rubbed her back as she pushed through another contraction.
“Great job, Sophie. One more and you can meet your son. I have his head.”
“Yo, don’t drop that shit, Doc. Do I need to come down there?” I was serious as hell and she laughed.
“Mr. Carter, I assure you I will not drop any parts of your son. Now you stay there and help your wife through this last contraction. I have this covered down here.”
Even as exhausted as she was, Sophie shot me a look and I returned one. I didn’t give a fuck, I meant what I said. She’d better make sure she didn’t drop my damn son or I’d be fucking her up and suing this gotdamn hospital.
“Okay, here we go. Sophie, push sweetheart, just this last time then we’re done.”
That motivated Sophie because she put her all into it. And moments later, I watched Dr. Soren as she held my son up.
“He’s here and he’s perfect. Okay, Dad, you can come now.”
I swear on everything real, the moment I saw him tears filled my eyes. I didn’t really care how that shit looked. I kissed Sophie on the lips and pressed my forehead against hers.
“You did it, baby girl. Damn, I love you. I swear I fucking love you.” I kissed her a few more times then moved toward Dr. Soren.
One of her nurses handed me a pair of funny looking scissors and I cut the cord before she snatched my son away and walked across the room.
I was right behind her, trying to see what the hell she was up to.
Between watching what Dr. Soren was doing to Sophie, I watched the nurse cleaning our son. When she was done, she handed him over to me. He was little as fuck, but right then and there he had the world in his hands. I would make sure of that. I put that on my life.
“Baby, let me hold him,” Alana said as she stood over Sophie, watching her watching our son.
She had been home for a few days, and every second that Sophie was awake, she had TJ in her arms. I had to damn near threaten her just to hold my own son.
Sophie looked up at her mother and frowned.
“Just for a minute. We’re about to leave.”
She looked at me and her mother again, like it would kill her to hand him over. She finally did, but not before she kissed his face about twenty times though.
I chuckled at how obsessed she was with him.
“He’s so perfect,” Alana said as she walked around the room with our son in her arms.
“Hell yeah, he is. He’s a Carter, and named after me, so perfect is all he can be. He was born to be great,” I said proudly, meaning every word.
“Trooper!” Sophie said my name like that meant something.
“What, man? You already know what’s up.” I winked at her and she laughed.
“You’re worse than I am.”
“Both of you are terrible, but it’s okay, because he is absolutely the most adorable baby I have ever laid eyes on,” Alana said as Story leaned over her shoulder, looking at him with her.
“Uhh, hello?” Sophie pouted.
“Oh baby, I love you, but you were an ugly baby. I was worried about you for a while, but you turned out okay.”
“Mom!”
Alana laughed and shrugged. “It’s true, but I still loved you anyway. I just didn’t take you around a lot of people.”
“Yo, that’s messed up,” I said through a laugh and Sophie glared at me.
