When the doctor tells me to give her the biggest push I have all night, I do. And then she’s here.
A few seconds pass where I refuse to take my next breath until her cries ring out around the room. My jagged intake of air is echoed by all three of my men surrounding me.
“Who’s going to cut the cord?” one of the nurses asks.
My hands have a death grip on Warren and Grayson.
“Go for it, Tuck.” Grayson laughs. “I don’t think our girl’s letting either of us go right now.”
Tucker’s eyes bounce between Warren and Grayson and then down to me. “Are you sure?”
We all nod.
Tears well in his eyes as he backtracks to the end of the bed, where the doctor is wiping down our daughter as she continues to cry.
“Let's get you ready,” one of the nurses says, leaning over to unbutton my gown.
When Tucker is done, my little girl is placed on my chest. My arms cradle her against me, and my whole world shifts.
Things that once seemed life-altering now pale in comparison to this moment. Nothing in my life will ever be the same because of her.
“Hi, baby girl,” I whisper. Her forehead scrunches as she takes a deep breath. Her cries start to quiet as she calms down. “Welcome to the world,” I tell her as the first tear falls down my face.
I look up to see tears in all the guys’ eyes. “She’s here,” I whisper because it’s just for them and not anyone else in the room.
“She’s perfect,” Warren says, and I couldn’t agree more.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Sienna
We’re finally alone.It’s just the five of us.Me. My guys. And our girl.
Grayson is sitting on the couch, holding her. His eyes haven’t left her perfect little face since she was placed in his arms. She already has him wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn’t even know it yet.
“We need to pick a name,” I say. We have it narrowed down to two that we all liked, but we wanted to wait until she was here to see which one fit her best.
“Mia,” Grayson says, eyes tracing every inch of her sleeping face.
I thought the same thing when I looked at her for the first time. I look to Tucker and Warren, who both nod in agreement.
“Mia Louise,” I say, my throat once again heavy with emotion.
Grayson walks over. Mia is cradled in his strong arms. “Thank you,” he whispers.
“For what?” I ask.
“For bringing her into the world.”
Damnit. How many times can one person cry in a day? I think I’m about to set a new world record.
“Tuck, you ready to hold her?” Grayson asks.
His voice is shaky when he answers, “Yeah.”
Grayson gently passes her over. Her little pink and blue striped hat falls off, soft blonde curls now visible.
My eyes swivel between Mia and Tucker. It’s obvious who her biological dad is.
