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“Come in!” I said.
Holden and Lala entered the room, followed by Billie and Colby.
“Where are the babies?” I asked. No one seemed to have brought any children.
“Colby’s mom is watching everyone so we can meet our new nephew in peace,” Billie said.
They surrounded us and took turns meeting baby Devin one by one.
“He’s so precious!” Lala whispered.
“Dude, you’re the GOAT,” Holden said as he smacked me on the back. “Delivering your own baby? I thought I was the most handy of the bunch. But that shit is a whole different level of talent. You take the prize, man.”
“Ryan is certainly orchestrating some crazy shit from up there.” I chuckled. “You’d be surprised what you can do when you have no choice, though.”
“I’m so pumped for us to be raising our kids together,” Billie said.
“Brayden better get on that,” Colby added. “He’s the only one left.”
“Speaking of Brayden, I have an interesting story for you…” I said.
Holden’s eyes lit up. “What?”
But this didn’t seem like the right time. “I’ll tell you guys later,” I promised.
“Where are Heath and Hannah?” Billie asked.
“Owen took them home last night, but Vera’s borrowing her friend’s car and dropping them off in a bit,” Devyn said.
“She’s not coming up to meet her grandchild?” Lala asked.
Devyn looked over at me, then explained, “I told her I preferred she meet the baby after we leave the hospital.”
I was proud of Devyn for setting boundaries and putting her mental health first. Vera always managed to upset her, and we needed to enjoy this in peace, without any unwanted distractions.
After our friends left, Devyn and I had a few-minute window before her brother and sister were set to arrive.
“I have a surprise for you,” I said.
“Oh?” She smiled.
I reached over to a bag I’d brought back with me after I’d gone to our house to grab some of Devyn’s things earlier. Inside was a box that had been on ice.
“I got you a pie on my way back this afternoon.”
“Yum!” She beamed. “I could definitely go for a piece.”
“I couldn’t mark our son’s birth without his mama’s favorite dessert.”
The last Key lime pie I’d given Devyn had happened to have a ring box hidden inside. I’d proposed to her one night when she was about six months pregnant. It might not have been the most elaborate proposal, but it was veryus—a little messy, but still perfect in the end. We couldn’t wait to plan our wedding once things settled down.
Devyn took a plastic fork from me and reached over to her bedside table to dig into the pie, being careful not to get any on our sleeping baby.
After a bite, she looked at me and said, “Is it just me or does this taste especially good?”
“Everything tastes better when you’re happy,” I told her with my mouth full.
“I really am—happier than I’ve been in my life, Owen. And surprisingly calm about all of this. I don’t doubt myself as a mother anymore.”
