I didn’t know how long that happened, but eventually the baby was lifted off of my chest, and I lay there staring at the ceiling for long moments.
That was what I was doing when I finally came back to myself.
Boone’s hand was on my face, and his forehead was against mine. He was whispering words to me.
A song.
The song that I’d always considered ours.
“…fishin’ in the dark…” he crooned.
I blinked.
“What happened?”
He pulled back and stared at me for long moments before he said, “You don’t remember?”
No.
He blew out a shaky breath. “Margery’s a big girl. Ten pounds on the dot.”
I blinked and smiled.
“Prick coming up right here.”
I flinched.
“She got stuck. Something called shoulder dystocia,” he said. “She came out, but the lady had to shove her entire arm up your vagina to get her out since she wasn’t breathing when she got stuck. You’re torn pretty bad.”
I winced. “Torn how?”
“Grade four,” the doctor said upon hearing what I’d asked. “From the clitoris to your anus. Though, it might be considered a really bad three. I don’t foresee you having any issues using the bathroom or anything. Thankfully.”
Shit.
I hadn’t even realized that was a possibility!
“Dad?”
Boone looked over at the nurse holding my baby.
“We’re going to take her to the nursery to check out her shoulder to make sure there are no issues. But we thought you might want to get a little cuddle in first.”
Boone left me so fast my head spun.
I snickered.
He reached for his girl and looked deep into her eyes. “Hello, Margery Mae.”
After his cuddle, he brought her to me so I could see her with clear eyes.
“She okay?” I asked as I pressed my cheek against hers.
“She’s perfect,” he said quietly.
“Good.”
“Time to go. Dad, are you coming with us?”
