Valentine

With everything I am, I will love this woman and all that we have and all that will create for the rest of my life.

Always and forever, my sexy Valentine has my heart and anything else desires.

Epilogue

Valentine

Eight Years Later

“Justin Turner Glass, this is our last baby, do you hear me!” I scream out grabbing ahold of his arm and the oh shit handle when another contraction hits. He is currently speeding down the road toward the hospital.

“Breathe, little Dove.”

“Don’t you tell me to breathe. I’ll breathe when I want to,” I groan, taking a deep breath like he said to do.

“You’re doing so good baby. We are almost there,” he says in a soothing voice while running his hand over my stomach.

“You better hurry. We are not going to have a car baby,” I screech as another contraction wrecks my body. Fuck, this is our sixth baby and it seems like they each try to beat the time that I am in labor.

With our first it was twelve hours and the last was only two. This one is determined to get here a hell of a lot faster than the others. We left the house when my contractions were ten minutes apart. It only takes us twenty minutes to get there so it should have been fine. At least that’s what I thought up until five minutes ago.

“It’s going to be fine, Dove,” he says.

“Oh God, we are going to need a new car,” I gasp as my water breaks. Thank fuck we put down a towel, but I don’t think that’s going to help any. “Justin. Hurry,” I groan as I put the seat back a little trying to get some room.

“I’m hurrying, baby.” Justin pushes on the gas a little harder. We are now flying down the road.

“Oh God, Justin! We aren’t going to make it,” I cry. My contractions are only one minute apart, and I am already feeling the need to push.

“We only have ten minutes more, little Dove.”

“WE. ARE. NOT. GOING. TO. MAKE. IT,” I scream through another contraction. “He’s coming, Justin.” I’m starting to panic a little. We can’t have this baby in a car. So many things could go wrong.

“Fuck. Baby, don’t push yet.”

“I think I feel him crowning,” I whimper.

“Fuck. Fuck… Okay. Take off your panties and check. I’m hurrying, Val. I promise.” His voice calms something in me when he takes charge. I pull my night dress up then slide my panties down to my knees. I look down and gasp when I see his hair.

“Justin, he’s coming!” I shout through clenched teeth. “Ahhhh.” I feel my body start to do what it’s supposed to do, and I tense pushing. I put my hands between my thighs and my hips are tilted up as much as they can. “Oh my God. I feel his head.”

“Five minutes, baby, just five more minutes.” I don’t know if Justin is talking to me or the baby. Another contraction hits and I cry out. “Valentine, baby don’t push yet.” Justin almost pleads with me when he feels my stomach contract again. I cry out again.

“He’s coming now,” I sob.

“Fuck, ok. Okay, baby, you’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you,” he says running his hand over my stomach and thigh trying to comfort me the best way he can while driving sixty miles an hour. “Listen to your body, baby. If you feel like you need to push, do it.”

“I need to push.” There is no stopping him. This baby is coming now.

“Okay, you’ve got this. Push for me, little Dove,” I scream, pushing as hard as I can, my hands down between my thighs ready to catch him. Suddenly, Baby Henry enters the world screaming. I start sobbing, pulling him close to my chest. “You did so good, momma. We are almost there,” Justin says one hand in gripping the steering wheel so hard his hand turns white and the other lightly runs along my damp hair and cheek. Henry stops crying the minute I pull him to my chest.

Luckily, we have our go bag in the backseat and I can reach it. I hold him tight then rummage inside of it until I grab one of the blankets to cover him up.

“Oh my God, we just… had our baby in a car,” I breathe out in shock. How fucking crazy is that? Justin slows down so he is going the speed limit and puts his hand protectively over our sons back.

“You did so good, little Dove. I am so fucking proud of you,” he tells me, the amazement evident in his voice. I look down at our son and start to cry.

“He is so beautiful. He even has blond hair, Justin.”

“He’s perfect, baby. Just like you.”

It takes us five more minutes before we get there. When we do, Justin runs inside. I don’t know what he says to them in there, but four nurses and two doctors come out of the building, running to the car. Everything is chaotic and it happens so fast, I am in a hospital room before I know it. They just took Henry to do some tests and make sure he is okay before they worry about me. Justin is fussing over me. He has fluffed my pillow and tucked me into the bed.