IRISH: a Bad Boy Fighter Romance (25 page)

“Knox! We have to know why you’re leaving so soon after that amazing victory!”

I turned to look at him, grinned widely and said, “My wife is having a baby! I’m on my way!”

“Congratulations,” he said and let me go.

It was a blur to the hospital. I didn’t trust myself to drive so I grabbed our car service and told him there would be a thousand dollars in it for him if he got me there as fast as possible.

He did and I ran through the doors yelling for Lennon. I must have looked like a crazy man but everybody recognized me and knew why I was there.

I pushed open the doors of the birth suite and saw the most amazing sight of my life.

Lennon in labor, her face scrunched up and red, her hair hanging in limp tendrils around her sweaty forehead and her body working to bring our baby into the world.

She was a goddess…a queen…the most incredible person I knew.

“I’m here, kitten,” I said as the nurses led me off to the side to wash up and get ready.

“Knox, I knew you’d make it,” Lennon exhaled in a long, guttural moan of pain.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I knew I was in the presence of greatness. There could be nothing greater than the power of a woman giving birth.

I took her hand and talked to her like we’d been taught. I gave her ice chips when she needed them and rubbed her back when it was time.

It took hours and Katie ducked in from time to time to check up on the progress.

Jake had been right, childbirth was much longer than I’d imagined.

After hours of Lennon laboring, the moment finally arrived.

I held her hand and told her how amazing she was as she gave one last screaming push and our baby slipped into the world.

The cry from his mouth was the sweetest sound, and meeting him for the first time brought tears to me eyes.

Bloody Knox O’Connor, crying like a wee baby himself over the birth of his son.

That’s one for the record books.

They let me hold him and cut the chord and I didn’t think I’d ever stop staring at his perfect face. He looked like his mother, the lucky little guy, and her tears flowed freely as I put him in her arms for the first time.

“You were right all along,” she said quietly. “It’s a boy.”

“I’d like to name him for me dad,” I told her and stroked her cheek.

“What is it?” she asked and looked up at me and I fell in love all over again. She was so magnificent in that moment it was all I could do to not drop to my knees and thank her for this, the most incredible gift of all.

“Ronan…Ronan O’Connor.”

“I love it,” she said and turned back to our son. “Hey Rone, welcome to the world.”

I watched her in the quiet hours of the morning with our son. She fed him from her breast and sang him to sleep and finally fell asleep herself with our baby on her chest.

I slipped into the big bed with them, curled my arm around her and Ronan and let myself slide off into sleep.

We slept for a couple hours, a family sharing their dreams and their love for each other.

It was the beginning of the next stage of our lives together and my heart sang with the joy the future promised.

Lennon and I were going to be amazing parents and would grow old together, our love sustaining us until the end of days.

And I wouldn’t change a thing.

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