Page 118 of Love Puck

And Then There Were Three…and Four…and…More???

Gosh.

Those faces.

The two most important faces in my life.

Watching Cash hold his—our—sleeping son on his chest was truly the best thing ever.

We hadn’t slept much last night.

Cash was already in bed when I’d walked—waddled—on over.

Except halfway there—my water broke.

It wasn’t a few slow drips.

Nope.

It came out like a waterfall.

I swear we both heard a popping sound.

Or—maybe that was just the sound my brain made when I’d figured out what happened.

Cash had a stunned look on his face. Then he quickly smiled at me. “Showtime, sweetness,” he’d chuckled while jumping out of bed and rushing to my side.

I wanted to stay and get the carpet cleaner out.

Cash out-and-out refused that idea. He insisted we leave immediately for the hospital.

R.I.P. bedroom carpet.

I had a feeling we’d be replacing it once we got back home.

I’d argued with Cash and reminded him that first babies usually take their time. He’d just frowned at me and looked at the mess I’d made. “He doesn’t seem like the patient type. We’re going. Now.”

Thirty seconds later—when the contraction to beat all contractions hit me—I agreed.

And it was lucky I had.

Cash was right.

Tucker Clemens was on a mission to exit my womb as quickly as possible.

Half an hour after we arrived at the hospital—and exactly three pushes later—he was born.

There was a tense moment or two.

And then…

Pure bliss.

Unbelievable happiness.

And not a dry eye in the room.

Luckily, Heather—grandma Heather—had been on baby watch with us. She was so adamant about not missing the birth that we’d suggested she stay with us.