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  I kept my focus on Zania who was trying to give me a heart attack with the screams and shit like I wasn’t going through enough hell.

  The fuck stupid doctor finally got her shit together and had her set up in a room, before giving her some nice drugs that soon had her loopy.

  She wasn’t screaming anymore which was all the fuck I cared about. The others showed up an hour later and I had to do the back and forth thing between her and my kids who didn’t understand what the fuck.

  Well Mia did, but Junior wasn’t having that shit. He wanted his mama and was prepared to scream the fuck down if he didn’t get his way.

  Of course she put on a brave face and let them climb all over her because it wasn’t time to push or whatever, while I was having mini heart attacks each time one of the million and one machines next to her bed beeped.

  “Babe, what’s the hold-up?” She rolled her eyes at me but I was dead fucking serious. I only had a small window here where I could keep my sanity, and this waiting shit was pushing it.

  “Why don’t you take the kids home and put them to bed and come back? I’m not fully dilated so the doctor said it might be a while.”

  “You’re nuts if you think I’m leaving you here alone. Dad will read them a story tonight if I can get him and your grandmother to leave.”

  “Let me say goodnight to them and then they can go before they get too tired and tear the people’s hospital apart.”

  She wasn’t lying. Mia has been making up for lost time and Junior is my son, enough said about that shit. The two of them can tear a place apart without trying.

  In the end the kids didn’t want to leave and since she was in a private room with a separate sitting area, we let them hang out there until they were too tired to care, then they were sent off home.

  Thirty six hours later and bless her little heart for doing it, because if it were up to me that shit would never happen, I watched my son come into the world.

  Once again it was the most amazing thing I’d ever experienced, except maybe for the night I’d taken his mother’s innocence.

  Just like the first time I felt a little piece of my heart go to him, as he wrapped his little fist around it.

  “You did so good baby.” I kissed her sweat-drenched hair, as we both listened to the cries of our son who was not amused. Fucking Helmsworth.

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