“Fuck, you have me on the edge already.” My mouth loses him.
“Again? I remember another time you pulled me off when I was sucking your cock,” I grumble.
“Michelle, you’re coming with me.” He gets out before dragging me with him, my legs wrapped around him like always.
“I guess that will work.” I smile while saying it because we’re both winners that way.
“Oh, you have no idea what I’m going to do to your hot little body,” he grumbles before I land flat on my back on the couch, and let me tell you, Devon makes good on his promise. I come twice before he finds his release, leaving me in a state of fuck-drunk that I would really love to stay in forever.
Epilogue
Devon
Eight Months Later
My heart is nearly beating out of my chest. Michelle woke up this morning, dizzy, with swollen ankles, and dazed. She didn’t even realize it. I saw the way she wasn’t as coherent, and my first thought was her heart; my second thought was our child. She’s been so careful the entirety of her pregnancy, so much so that she went down to three days a week at the salon.
I didn’t wait for an ambulance, knowing I could get her to the hospital faster than they would. I made phone calls the entire way, one to her obstetrician—when you have money, they give you their private lines without blinking, and I used it. He was five minutes out and said he would see us as soon as we got there. Then I called Michelle’s parents and my own. I was brief, wanting my eyes on the road and my hand holding hers the whole time. She was semi-coherent, but nothing like she usually was, and she was quiet, so fucking quiet, it terrified me.
“Michelle, baby, stay with me. Don’t you leave me. We have Jake to raise together, many years to live. I love you, baby.” I’m trying to hold it together when really, I’m ready to crumble.
“I love you, Devon,” she mumbles as we pull up to the emergency room. I slam my truck in park and fly around to Michelle. A nurse is already bringing out a wheelchair.
“Go park your car. I’ll come get you right away,” she suggests. “If you leave it here, it’ll be towed, and they’ll still need you. Two minutes is all it will take, and you’ll be back with her.” I do what she says, even though I hate it more than life itself.
As I park my car, I see Tony and Sydney, and I walk toward them. We’re all solemn as we walk inside the hospital.
“There you are, Mr. Anderson. Come right this way, and you can be with your wife.” We did the small Las Vegas chapel thing with both our families two weeks after we were engaged.
“I’ll come and get you as soon as I know something,” I tell her parents, who are huddled together.
“That won’t be necessary. The nurse will come get them. We’re prepping Michelle for an emergency cesarean section. I need you to scrub in,” Dr. Smith says.
“Is that normal?” I ask as I follow him.
“It’s a little tricky, but nothing too bad. Her blood pressure was extremely high, and this is the safest for both mother and child.”
I nod, trying to keep up with him in thoughts and walking. A nurse leads me to where I need to put on booties, a cap, and this god-awful blue paper-like gown to cover myself. I rush through the entire process, needing to be with Michelle.
When I’m finally led into the operating room, they have Michelle on the table. Her arms are tied down, and she’s on oxygen with the tube under her nose.
“Baby.” I rush to her.
“I’m okay, I promise, but I guess Jake couldn’t resist coming early. He’s like his daddy, always rushing to the finish line,” she jokes.
It causes me to snort. “Wait until you’re healed, then I’ll show you who rushes.”
I kiss her forehead, my eyes on hers until the doctor lets us know she’ll feel a tug. We hold our breath until our son comes out screeching his lungs off.
“He’s so beautiful, Devon.” Michelle’s voice is in awe.
“Yeah, he is, just like you. You did so good, baby.”
“We did good. Go tend to our son while they fix me up, please? I need someone to be with him. I don’t want him alone,” she pleads. I reluctantly leave her side for a few moments, watching as they do his testing, thankful as hell that he passes his tests with flying colors.
When they put Jake in my arms, I’m back at her side, leaning Jake toward her so she can see him. The three of us huddle together as the nurse takes pictures of us.
Our life is beyond beautiful, and I’d go through hell again as long as it leads me right where I belong.