Authors: Kylie Scott
Deep (30 page)
“Knew you just needed the right motivation,” she said, inspecting her perfect manicure. “Hate-fueled anger has its place, you know.”
“Clue-less,” I singsonged back at her, as much as my complete lack of energy would allow. We both smiled. I don’t really know why.
The pediatrician did a quick check of our baby while the after-birth was swiftly delivered and everything dealt with. Oh wow yeah. Never again. Never ever. Probably.
“Ladies, I present to you Gibson Thunderbird Rollins-Nicholson.” Ben carefully handed my swaddled, screaming baby into my arms.
“Hey, baby. It’s okay.” Oh my god. The warmth inside of me, the pure love filling me up to overflowing. He quieted down, the shrill noise turning into tiny I’m-quite-put-out whimpers. A tiny nose and mouth, and two china blue eyes staring back at me. A shock of dark blond hair. “Look at you. You’re wonderful.”
“Isn’t he?” said Ben, letting Gibson wrap a tiny finger around one of his sizably larger ones.
“He’s a he,” I stated, somewhat startled. “Wow.”
“Wondered when you were going to clue in to that.”
“And I was so sure you’d be a girl.” I shook my head.
“He’s perfect.” Anne gazed at him with absolute adoration.
Strangely enough, so did Martha. I’d never even imagined seeing her face so soft and smitten.
“We’re naming him after your favorite bass?” I asked.
“If you don’t mind.” Ben leaned forward, placing a kiss on my forehead. “Good work, sweetheart. You kicked ass.”
“Sorry I was so hellacious.”
He laughed. “Never mind.”
“Gibson Thunderbird Rollins-Nicholson.” I stroked a finger across his soft, sweet little cheek. “You are loved.”
“Truer words were never spoken,” said Anne, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “We’ll give you two guys some time alone.”
“Right. Later. Nice baby.” Martha followed my sister, brows drawn down and a thoughtful look on her face.
The good doctor and nurse had likewise made themselves scarce. Thank goodness for the quiet. To think, after all those months of being careful with my language, all he’d heard upon entering the world was profanity. Oh well. Win some, lose some.
“I love you,” said Ben, nuzzling my face.
“I love you too.” I turned, kissing the tip of his nose. “We’re a family now.”
He smiled. “Lizzy, you’ve been my family since the day I met you. My best friend. My lover. You going to make it official now and be my wife too?”
Gibson started to cry, little head trying to turn this way and that—seeking out something to suck, most likely. God, he was amazing. So beautiful.
“Here.” Ben helped me rearrange him, opening the neckline on my gown to give my bubba access. “Guess I’m going to have to share those for a while.”
“A noble sacrifice.”
One hand rubbing his son’s back, and the other smoothing back my messy hair, Ben stared down at me. “You didn’t answer my question. Will you marry me?”
I smiled through the happy tears. “Oh yeah. I’d really like that.”
New York Times
bestselling author Kylie Scott is a longtime fan of erotic love stories, rock ‘n’ roll, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one wonderful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. Visit her on the web at
www.kylie-scott.com
