Cherished (Wanted #4)(72)
Author: Kelly Elliott

“Hey, Little Bear, Mommy is going to have your little brother, Colt. Bandpa is going to get Grammy, okay?”

When she nodded, her little pigtails moved back and forth, and my heart swelled up with so much love.

I looked at Brian, and before I could even say it, he said, “I’ll call your parents right after I call Sharon.”

Grams laughed as she walked by me. She had her cell phone in her hand and was texting Gramps. “I’m going to warn Garrett not to share the story of the last time Ellie went into labor.” She threw her head back and laughed.

Ellie giggled and peeked up at me. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “You gave them the cell phones and showed them how to text.”

After I helped Ellie into my truck, I turned and gave Alex a kiss good-bye. “I love you. Be a good girl for Grammy and Bandpa, okay, pumpkin?”

She nodded her head and reached out for me. She grabbed around my neck so tightly that I almost found it hard to breathe for a second. The hold this little girl had on my heart sometimes scared the shit out of me.

She pulled back and said, “Ice cream?”

I laughed and looked at Brian. “Good luck!”

When I ran around the front of the truck, I looked over and could tell Ellie was having a contraction. I jumped in and looked at her. “Deep breaths in and—”

“Gunner! That shit doesn’t work. Just get me to the hospital, so they can give me an epidural, and we can get this kicker out of me.”

I smiled as I started the truck and made my way down the driveway.

I knew better than to talk to Ellie, so I just stayed quiet until we got to the hospital. Her contractions were getting closer together. By the time they got Ellie into her room, I thought she was going to pull her hair out and then go after mine.

“Where is Pete?” Ellie asked the nurse.

“Dr. Johnson will be in at any moment, Mrs. Mathews.”

“Gunner, Ellie, how are y’all?” Pete asked as he walked in. He shook my hand and then turned to look at Ellie. “Ellie, how are you feeling?”

Ellie shot him the dirtiest look. “I’m in pain—a lot of pain. I want an epidural—like yesterday.”

Pete laughed as he began to examine Ellie, and then he quickly looked over at me.

“Ugh!” Ellie called out as she grabbed on to the sheets and threw her head back.

I knew by the look in Pete’s eyes that Ellie wasn’t going to get an epidural.

“Um…if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to use the restroom,” I said as I started to make my way out of the room.

He quickly stood up in front of me and laughed. “Oh no.” He leaned in and said quietly, “You bastard, you are not leaving me alone to tell her.”

“Damn it, come on, Pete. We’ve become good friends. Do a guy a favor. I’ve invited you to my house on numerous occasions. You know how strong these pregnant women are. She’s not going to take it out on you. It’s going to be me who will pay for this!” I whispered.

“What in the hell are you two whispering about over there? I want this baby out! It feels like he’s coming out!” Ellie yelled.

Pete grabbed me and pushed me over toward the nurse. “Get him ready.”

I heard Pete talking to Ellie. “Ellie, honey, you’re at ten centimeters, and the baby is about to start crowning—”

“What?” Ellie called out.

“Uh…Dr. Johnson…” one of the nurses said.

The other nurse was putting a gown on me. She smiled and nodded at me when she was done, and I turned back to hold Ellie’s hand.

“Ellie—” Pete started to say.

Ellie cut him off with another contraction.

I’d never seen Pete move so fast, not even in our flag football games. The next thing I knew, he was telling Ellie to push, and she was squeezing the hell out of my hand.

“Um…Ells, can you let up just a little bit, baby? It’s kind of hurting,” I said.

She snapped her head over to me, and her eyes turned dark gray.

Holy shit.

“You. You did this to me. You want to know what hurts? Oh god!”

Another contraction hit her as Pete told her to give him a good push.

Ellie flopped back down and started shaking her head. “I can’t…I can’t do it anymore. I’m so tired, and it hurts so bad, Gunner. Just…just cut him out.”

Pete chuckled, and I looked at him. He shrugged and smiled at me.

He said, “Come on, Ellie. I see his head. Just a little bit more, honey, and then I promise, you can rest.”

Ellie looked at me, and the tears rolling down her face about dropped me to the ground.

“Gunner…” she whispered.

“Oh, baby, I know. Squeeze the hell out of my hand. Break it if you have to. Baby, just one more time. I know you can do it.”

Ellie pushed two more times before the cries of our baby filled the room. The nurse took him, cleaned him up, and did a few things with him before she wrapped in a blanket, brought him over, and placed him in Ellie’s arms.

“Meet your healthy eight-pound-two-ounces baby boy,” the nurse said.

Ellie looked up at me as the tears flowed down cheeks, and she smiled. Her eyes lit up, and I couldn’t help it. I let the tears fall as I looked at how happy she was.

I leaned down and kissed her. “Good job, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

She laughed. “Thank you.” Then, she looked down at our baby boy. “Hey, big boy,” she whispered as she gently moved her index finger along his face.

She glanced up at me and wiped a tear away from my cheek. I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm.

“He’s beautiful,” I said. “Just like his mother and sister.”

Ellie grinned so big and looked back down at him. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you, Colt Hunter Mathews, my precious baby boy.”

After Ellie and I spent some time alone with Colt, everyone started coming in. First, it was Jeff and Ari, then Heather and Josh, and then Scott and Jessie. I swore Jessie was getting bigger every time I saw her. She was due in July, and she looked beautiful.

“Brad and Amanda are on their way, sweets,” Ari said.

I smiled as I watched Ellie. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Colt.

I leaned over and asked, “Are you hungry, baby?”

She laughed. “Yes! I want a chopped beef sandwich and sweet tea.”

I went to kiss her but stopped short of her lips as I smiled at her. “Are you happy, Mrs. Mathews?”