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“Is that going to be a problem?” Cayden spoke for the first time since they wheeled his wife into the private room.
“No, we have an excellent team here who will make certain everything goes well.” He smiled at Blair again, but instead of relaxing, she felt her heartrate spiking. Trying to calm herself, she increased the pressure on her husband’s hand.
“The entire family is here.”
“I had a nurse send out for some refreshments for them and to tell them to make themselves comfortable.”
They got her into bed and proceeded to change her out of the clothes she had worn to the clinic. A nurse bundled up her thick hair into a tidy ponytail and fluffed her pillows.
“I am assuming you’re staying for the birth?” Dr. Connelly glanced over at Cayden as he did the blood pressure check.
“A team of horses could not drag me out of here.” He answered grimly.
“That is what I thought. Get the man a robe and slippers.” He ordered.
“I am right here, baby.” Bending, he kissed her softly on the lips. “I am not going anywhere.”
“I know.”
Cayden kept his eyes on her face as he quickly donned the protective clothing. Sliding in, he went behind her, holding her against him.
He knew she was anxious and had felt it even though she tried to hide it when they were making the trip to the private clinic. He had not said anything to her, because it would have been hypocritical for him to tell her not to worry when he was crippled by it himself.
“Soon.” He whispered in her ear.
“Yes. Positive thoughts. I love you.”
“I love you more.”
He held his breath and released it slowly as the team started to work on her.
“What’s the camera for?” He demanded, noticing it for the first time.
“Quadruplets are so rare, we want to record it for posterity. We received your wife’s permission.”
“Darling…”
“It’s okay.” She squeezed his hands. “I don’t mind.”
“Ready?” Dr. Connelly was acting as mouthpiece for the rest of the medical team grouped around the bed.
“I am.”
Cayden tried not to wince or voice his distress as the scalpel made a clean slice on her belly, but for a long time, that memory was going to live with him.
Not to mention when they started opening the incision. “Babies are perfectly placed.” He murmured, issuing swift instructions. “We’re detaching the first one get ready with a towel.” He looked up at the couple and flashed them a smile.
“Looks like the girls are beating the boys out.” He reached in and made the delicate task of plucking the baby out.
“Get ready for baby ‘A’.” He announced.
“Bianca Marianne.” She corrected him automatically.
“The nurses will make a note of it,” she was assured. “So far, so good.”
They both watched in anticipation as the tiny baby was lifted out, her body wrinkled, feet moving energetically. A collective sigh of relief was uttered when she started screaming as if in protest of being rudely ejected from her comfortable warmth.
“Very strong pair of lungs.”