Page 241 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

You’re doing it, Darling.

I push until spots dance across my vision, until I can’t tell where the pain ends and I begin.

Then it eases.

“Again,” the midwife says. “He’s almost here.”

I drag in a shaking breath, my body trembling violently against Jayce’s as he presses kisses against my damp hair, my temple, anywhere he can reach.

“One more,” he murmurs. “Come on. Our baby boy is almost here.”

Our boy.

The final contraction rises, pain tears through me, and my own scream fills the room. Then a cry cuts through the air.

My body falls back against Jayce, exhaustion replacing the pain, leaving me shaking.

I look at the midwife who is holding our little pup. A sob escapes my lips at the sight of him; he’s wriggling in her arms, face scrunched with outrage as he announces his arrival to the entire room.

“He’s here,” I whisper.

Jayce doesn’t answer. I turn my head and see him staring at our son as if the rest of the world has ceased to exist. His heart is thudding, his eyes full of emotion, and so much love that it crashes through the bond like a wave.

The midwife places our son against my chest, and the moment his warm body touches mine, I feel overwhelmed with love.

He’s… so small and yet bigger than I imagined. He’s chunky with juicy cheeks and pouty little lips. His dark hair is damp against his head, and his little fists curl near his face as he continues crying. I wrap both arms around him instinctively, terrified I’ll somehow hold him wrong as I rock him gently, soothing him instantly.

“Hello,” I whisper through my tears. “Hello, little one.”

At my voice, his cries fade entirely, and he looks up at me, eyes wide.

Jayce’s arm closes around both of us. He touches the baby’s back with such tenderness.

“Our son,” he whispers.

I look up at him and smile. “He’s perfect,” I murmur.

Jayce nods, smiling before lowering his head, touching his forehead against mine.

“You did it. Well done; you were incredibly brave and strong.”

“Thanks…” I say with a smile as his lips brush my forehead, his hand remaining protectively over our little boy.

“No, thank you,” he answers.

Our son makes a small sound between us, his fingers opening until they close around the tip of Jayce’s finger.

Jayce freezes, his heart thundering before he smiles softly.

“I’m here,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “I’ve got you.”

The same words he’s spoken to me through every hardship and every fear.

I lean into Jayce, who is once again sitting behind me, his legs on either side of me, his arms around us. And for a while, we simply stay there. Our little pup starts sucking his hand, and I adjust him, helping him latch onto my breast the way I was shown. Jayce supports him, and for a while we sit in silence, only his strong, hungry suckling filling the room. His Alpha aura subtle, but surely there.

He’s going to be a strong one.

“The name we chose… It fits him perfectly.”