Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“You need to blow out your candles, baby,” Franny tells him, kissing the side of his head, he pulls his face from my neck as I walk him over to his cake, and he leans over to blow out his candles. When he’s done people start to clap, and I hug him tight.
“Do you want some cake?” Betsy asks, and he nods, so I put him on his feet. As he walks over to stand with his grandparents, I look down at Franny when she takes my hand and squeezes it.
“You okay?”
“Nope, I need you to take me to the hospital. My water broke about twenty minutes ago.”
“What the fuck?”
“I didn’t want to make Chance’s moment about me,” she says as I look around in a panic.
“Everything okay?” Betsy asks, passing out cake, and I glare at my wife.
“I need to get your daughter to the hospital. She's in labor and has been for God knows how long.”
“Francisca,” she cries, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.
“I’m fine.” She waves her mom off. “Can you just make sure that Chance is okay?”
“Of course,” she says, grabbing my arm. “What do you need, do you want Barrett to drive you two?”
“No, I got her.” I look down at Franny. “How close are your contractions?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been timing them.”
“Of course you haven't.” I scrub my fingers through my hair.
“What’s going on?” Clay asks, walking up to join us with Tucker and Miles right behind him.
“I’m going to take Franny to the hospital. She’s in labor.”
“You’re in labor?” Clay looks at her in disbelief. Of course, my wife is one of the few women on the planet who can go through labor without even breaking a sweat. “Can you guys link up with Franny’s parents to make sure that Chance is covered and take PJ home with you when you leave?”
“Of course, we got you, you know that,” Tucker says and I nod then scan the yard for my son.
“Hey buddy.” I bring Franny with me when I see him sitting with his cousins eating cake and he tips his head back to look up at me. I squat down in front of him. “Mommy and I are going to go to the hospital,” I tell him, and he looks at Franny with a worried expression.
“I’m okay, baby. Your little brother is coming so Daddy has to take Mommy to the doctors.”
“You’re having the baby?” he asks, and even at his age, he sounds shocked. “Are you okay?” He gets to his feet, wrapping his arms around her.
“Yeah, baby, I’m okay.” She kisses the top of his head. “Hopefully I’ll see you later on.”
“Okay,” he says nervously, looking at me.
“She’s okay bud, we just have to go. If you want to call us just ask Grandma or Grandpa if you can use their phone.”
“Okay, Dad.” He hugs me tight and then hugs his mom.
“Make sure grandma takes pictures when you’re riding the horse. I want to see,” Franny tells him as Besty and Barrett take his hands.
“Okay,” he whispers.
After saying bye to my brothers, I hurry her out of the house or attempt to because, of course, she wants to talk to people like she’s not in labor.
When I finally get her into my SUV, I break every law that there is as I drive to the hospital and start timing her contractions on the way, which are about three minutes apart by the time we arrive.
When we get checked in and into a room, it is only about two hours later that she delivers Camden, who weighs seven pounds and comes into the world screaming.
Later that evening, with Chance lying on the bed with his mom and Camden on her chest, I stand next to the bed and look at my family in awe.
“You okay, big guy?” she asks reaching up to rest her hand on my cheek and my throat gets tight.
“Oh yeah.” I reach over to touch the top of Chance’s head and then rest my hand on Camden's bottom. “Love you.”
“More,” she whispers. I’m sure she thinks that’s a possibility, but she has absolutely no idea how much I love her and the family she and I have created.