Page 62 of Fighting for Family

“I’ll be there soon, brother,” Patch said, chuckling.

Knight made the other calls and returned to Gabby.

“They’re moving us to the maternity floor,” Gabby informed him. “Room 404.”

Taking out his phone, he texted Patch.

We’re in room 404.

I’m at the house now. Patch texted.

The aides entered to roll Gabby down the hall. Knight swiped his hand through his hair and followed behind them, holding Gabby’s things. Reminding himself he needed to stay strong for her, his stomach flip-flopped as he recalled the trauma of almost losing her the last time.

Standing in the corner of the room, he watched as Gabby used the restroom and the nurses left to give her privacy to change.

“Knight, can you unzip me?” she asked, turning around and presenting her back.

Dumping everything in the chair, he helped her out of the dress and into the hospital gown.

“I’m sorry, Knight,” Gabby said, turning around and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I fell asleep on you last night, and now we’re having the baby. We’ll have to wait at least six weeks before we can make love.”

Knight wanted to groan, but he held it in. “I care more about you and the baby being safe and healthy. Our intimacy can happen when we both can enjoy it.”

Gabby giggled and hugged him. “You’re being so sweet and supportive. It feels like a lifetime for me. I know you feel the same. Kassie said I can use the nursery anytime I want. Marcus loves playing with his little friends on the days I come to work. Bryanna agreed to bring him to the daycare when I have the baby. Then, he’ll be close to meet his new brother or sister.”

“We haven’t decided on a name,” Knight said, panicking. “Our kid can’t come into this world without one.”

“What do you have in mind if it’s a girl?” Gabby asked.

“What do you think about Leonie, after Leo?” he asked. “After all, we’d be divorced if he didn’t recognize my symptoms.”

“Let’s mull it over. What about a boy? I’m not calling him Leo,” Gabby warned.

“What about Leon?” he asked.

“Meh,” Gabby said. “Why don’t we search names and find one? It can be a middle name.”

“Yeah, right,” Knight said, searching on his phone.

“All right, Gabby. We’re hooking you up to the monitors. We’ll keep an eye on the contractions, and you can relax and watch TV,” Dr. Greene said, entering the room.

“Any chance I can eat something? I’m starved,” Gabby asked.

“I prefer you keep it light. I’m using the side of caution. If we need to do a C-section, I prefer you don’t,” she explained before leaving. “You can have ice chips and popsicles.”

Gabby stuck out her lip, pouting.

“Baby, I promise you. After you deliver this child, I will get you whatever you want,” he vowed.

“I’m holding you to it. I should’ve eaten the chicken salad before we left Ty’s,” Gabby sighed in disappointment.

“Hey, beautiful,” Patch said, kissing Gabby’s cheek and passing the suitcase and diaper bag to Knight. “Rumor has it you’re having this ugly mug’s kid. We’re all hoping it takes after you.”

Gabby giggled, accepting the flowers he handed her.

“When does Dr Greene think you’ll deliver?” he asked.

“She’s watching the contractions. We have no idea,” Gabby said. “Thank you. They’re lovely.”