Savor (Bad Boy Rockers 4)

I don’t move.

Mom looks at me, and frowns before turning to Jace, “What’s wrong with your brother?”

He smirks, the bastard.

“I don’t think he gave much thought as to what happens to Dahlia’s body for the baby to come out, and the fact that he’s had his mouth down—”

“Do not continue,” I growl.

Mom turns away, embarrassed.

Jace laughs, while Dad hides his mirth behind his hand.

Before Jace can open his mouth again, I pull myself together and get to my feet, sighing in relief when I don’t fall back.

“Thanks for coming.” I hug Mom before turning to Dad.

“So, what’s Faith like?” Mom asks.

“Cute,” I say at the same time as Jace says, “Beautiful.”

“I want to know more,” Mom says, her eyes filled with tears of happiness. “Is Dahlia, okay? Who does Faith look like? What color hair does she have?”

“Mom stop. You’re making me dizzy . . . She has a head of dark hair and Dahlia’s nose, while she has my eyes and chin.”

I glare at Jace, daring him to comment on the fact that my daughter has features similar to mine.

Jace shakes his head. “I’ve no comment for that.” He pulls me in for a hug. “I’m proud of you, little brother.”

Damn.

Rapidly blinking before he catches the emotion his words caused, I turn and look out the window.

I’m itching to get back inside with Dahlia and to cuddle my daughter. The thought of holding Faith is terrifying with her being so tiny, but I’m not going to be able to stop.

“Ryder,” the nurse calls. “Can you come through, and your family can follow in a short while. The new mama is feeding one hungry baby.”

Dahlia

Holding my daughter in my arms is a miracle.

Twelve months ago, I never thought I’d be here, a mama and married to the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen.

Before the nurse went to find Ryder, she helped me to get Faith latched onto my breast. To both our surprise, she latched on quickly and started to guzzle; the soft mews she makes while she nurses, causing my heart to swell with even more love.

While she’s nursing, Ryder walks in and soon as he sees us, his eyes swim with unshed tears.

I hold my hand out to him, which he takes.

He settles his hip on the bed beside me and strokes Faith’s little cheek as she continues to nurse.

It doesn’t take long for her to drift off to sleep as my nipple slips from her little mouth. I cover myself before placing her into a sitting position with one of my hands supporting her face as I rub her back. A soft burp escapes her sweet lips.

“She’s so precious. Thank you.” He kisses my lips.

“Here, cuddle your daughter.”

“Let me get on the bed.”