Chapter Eighteen
Lucas stared down happily at both his sons, Ryan and Wyatt Hamilton-Stevens, born thirty minutes apart. He was tired but proud of himself even if he wanted to give up more times than he could count during the delivery. The twins were a month early but they were perfect in every way, all fingers and toes accounted for. Identical in theirappearances until the caps on their heads are removed.
Ryan had Tucker’s blond hair with dark tips, and Wyatt had jet-black hair. Their features would probably change the older they got. Lucas could only imagine the troubles his little monsters were going to get into. He was so overwhelmed with emotions, one minute he felt like screaming "finally, it’s over and they’re here" and the next he wanted to cry simply because he could hold them in his arms.
“I guess some secrets were worth keeping.”
He looked up when he heard his mother’s voice. “We wanted to give Ethan and Tyler their moment of happiness.”
“You wouldn’t have taken away from their moment.”
“Maybe not, but we . . .”
“Wanted to keep it to yourself for a bit.”
“Yeah,” he answered finally realizing where he was going but didn’t comment on it. “Where is everyone else?”
“They’re in the visiting room. I asked Tucker to give me this moment with you before you get bombarded with everyone dying to see the new additions."
“Thanks.” He hadn’t realized how much he needed the time with just his babies.
“They are adorable,” she said sitting down beside him on the bed taking one from his arms. He would have objected being separated from his son, but he realized it was his mother. “Why Wyatt?”
“It was your dad's name, we never got a chance to meet him, but I knew you loved him from all the stories you told.”
“I did, he would have loved this little guy. And Ryan?”
“In honor of Rochelle and Rebecca.”
He gently caressed Ryan’s cheek smiling down at his sleeping son. He looked up when the door opened, and Tucker walked in with Zoi in his arms. His heart skipped a beat at seeing his husband as it always did.
“This little one wanted to meet her little brothers.”
“Baby,” Zoi said as Tucker sat in the chair right next to the bed.
“Yup, not one but two.” Tucker held up his fingers and her little green eyes grew wide.
“Tats lots,” she said in awe.
“You're right, baby girl, that’s a lot,” Tucker said kissing her on the side of her head. “But that’s how we like it.” He looked over at Lucas and winked.
Gods, the man makes me so happy.
* * *
“How do you feel?”
“Tired,” Lucas said then smiled. “But happy.”
“I’m so proud of you,” Tucker said glancing down at his husband. “Thank you.”
“Why?”
“You brought joy back into my life.” He got up from the chair he was sitting in and sat beside Lucas, gently pulling him into his arms, hoping not to hurt his stomach. “I’ve never been so scared in my life, you and Zoi mean the world to me and now add the boys . . .”
Lucas touched his lips, stopping whatever he had to say. “Don’t think about it now, we are fine now.”
“I know, but I can’t lose you, Lucas.”
