Page 54 of My Three Hometown Firefighters (Aspen Springs #2)

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

Sienna

We’re finally alone. It’s just the five of us. Me. My guys. And our girl.

Grayson is sitting on the couch, holding her. His eyes haven’t left her perfect little face since she was placed in his arms. She already has him wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn’t even know it yet.

“We need to pick a name,” I say. We have it narrowed down to two that we all liked, but we wanted to wait until she was here to see which one fit her best.

“Mia,” Grayson says, eyes tracing every inch of her sleeping face.

I thought the same thing when I looked at her for the first time. I look to Tucker and Warren, who both nod in agreement.

“Mia Louise,” I say, my throat once again heavy with emotion.

Grayson walks over. Mia is cradled in his strong arms. “Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what?” I ask.

“For bringing her into the world.”

Damnit. How many times can one person cry in a day? I think I’m about to set a new world record.

“Tuck, you ready to hold her?” Grayson asks.

His voice is shaky when he answers, “Yeah.”

Grayson gently passes her over. Her little pink and blue striped hat falls off, soft blonde curls now visible.

My eyes swivel between Mia and Tucker. It’s obvious who her biological dad is.

Grayson picks up the hat, sliding it back over her tiny head. He chuckles, walking back to my side. “I don’t think we need the paternity test.”

Warren laughs. “Nope.”

I was worried how the other two guys would feel once we found out who the biological dad was, but they seem to be taking it in stride.

Our relationship is solid after the last month. We all know where we stand. Mia has three dads, not one.

Tucker looks up, confused. “What do you guys mean?” he asks.

“She's obviously yours,” Grayson says, linking his fingers with mine.

Tucker looks down at her with big eyes.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “There’s no… how do you know?”

“She’s a mini you,” Warren says softly.

“No, she’s beautiful like her mama,” Tucker says, making my heart clench.

I wait until Tucker looks back over to me. “There’s some of me in there, too, but she looks just like you. Her eyes. Her hair.”

When he looks back down at her, it’s with a level of awe I’ve never seen from him before, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.

“Wow,” he breathes out, more to himself than to any of us.

Knowing Tucker’s in his own world with Mia. I look between my other two guys. “Are you two really okay with this?”

I already know the answer, but I want to ask anyway.

Warren speaks first. “That girl is mine regardless of whose genes helped to make her.”

This man.

“I told you a long time ago that I was in this, no matter who the bio dad was,” Grayson says. “Mia is my daughter.”

Okay, this man too.

The guys have enough pillows stacked up around me that I’m sure a small army is missing them somewhere nearby. I’m not complaining, though, because I’m more comfortable than I have been in months.

The view of Warren rocking our daughter to sleep doesn’t hurt either. The sight makes me want to forget the “no more babies” notion I had during labor.

Forget that. Let’s have ten more if these men look this hot being dads.

My mom’s head pokes in. “You still want us to come in now?”

“Yeah,” I say quietly, not wanting to wake Mia.

But I don’t think much would wake her. Even though she’s only been here for a couple of hours, I think she’s a chill baby.

She is half me and half Tucker, though, so she’s probably going to have more energy and attitude than we know what to do with.

Mom walks in with Dad and Gram right behind her. She heads for Warren, tears in her eyes when she looks at Mia.

I’m surprised when my dad makes a beeline for me instead of Mia. His eyes are glossy with tears. He leans down, gently wrapping me in a hug.

“How are you, honey?” he asks.

“You can go see the baby first. It’s okay,” I say against his shoulder.

“I needed to check on my baby first,” he says. The dam breaks yet again, setting more tears free.

He leans back a little, wiping the tears from my eyes. “How are you ?” he asks.

“I’m sore but so happy I don’t really care,” I say honestly.

He smiles, kissing my forehead. “Good. I’m so proud of you.”

We both take a deep breath. “Now, I can go see my beautiful granddaughter.”

“You haven’t even seen her yet. You don’t know that,” I say.

He looks at me from the foot of the bed. “She’s a part of you, so she’s going to be one of the two most beautiful things I’ve ever held in my arms.”

“Dammit, Dad,” I say swiping at my tears.

He gives me a warm smile before walking over to where Mom is sitting with Mia on the couch.

“So, does she have a name yet?” Mom asks.

“Mia,” Grayson says.

“She is absolutely a Mia,” Mom says, beaming down at her.

“Gram, look at the name card on the bassinet,” I say, pointing to where it stands right beside her.

She gives me a look like I’m crazy for asking her to do such a thing.

“Just do it, Louise,” Grayson says, trying not to laugh.

She glares at him, pointing her bony finger in his direction.

“Glad you said it and not me.” Tucker laughs.

Gram shakes her head, looking down at the card. “Mia Louise Briggs.” No jokes or jabs in sight when she locks eyes with me. “Really?”

“Yeah, Gram. I want her to live life the same way you always have. I want her to be just as strong, fearless, and brave as you are.”

She walks over, wrapping me in a hug. “I love you, Sienna.”

“I love you too.”

My family stays for another hour until we get the text that Hadley is on her way with Jackson.

Just as they’re about to leave, Jackson walks in. His messy brown hair is all over the place. Hadley walks in behind him, half out of breath.

“Sorry, he got away from me out there. He was really excited to get in here.” She laughs.

Jackson’s eyes dart from his dad to me and the baby in my arms. My heart melts when he steps toward me.

He stops at the edge of the bed, trying to lean up on his toes to see Mia.

I pat the bed next to me. “You can come up here.”

Warren helps him take off his shoes, then lifts him onto the bed. “Be gentle with Sienna. Okay?”

Jackson nods at his dad, snuggling into my side when I hold my arm out.

“Does that hurt?” he asks, looking up at me with his precious brown eyes just like his dad’s.

“No, bud. You’re not hurting me at all. I’m so glad you’re here.”

Hadley points her finger at me. “I’ll be back to see you in a bit, bestie, but I will give you guys some time.”

With that, she walks to the door, holding it open for Gram to walk through.

My mom and dad look at the two kids in my arms with so much love in their eyes before they leave. I just know they’re going to love Jackson just as much as they do Mia.

Jackson tilts his head down, looking at his sister. He rests his little hand over the blanket she’s wrapped in. “Hi, sis,” he says. “What’s her name?”

“Mia,” I tell him.

“Hi, Mia.”

He’s content to sit there watching her for longer than I would think a four-year-old’s patience would allow, but he’s entranced by her.

“She’s really cute,” he finally says.

“Yeah, she is.”

“Is Daddy going to be her dad too?” he asks, peeking up at me.

I nod. “Yeah, he is.”

“And you’re her mom?”

“Mmhmm.” I nod, smiling at his inquisitive brain.

He nods back, deep in thought. “Does that mean you’re my mom now, too?”

That isn’t where I thought that was going.

I turn to look at Warren because I don’t know what the fuck to say. He steps up beside the bed, grabbing Jackson’s hand.

“Do you want that?” he asks Jackson.

He takes a minute to think about it, which I’m grateful for because it gives me a second to process.

It isn’t that I’ve never thought about being Jackson’s mom. I want that so much, but I would never want to cross that line if it isn’t what Warren or Jackson want.

Jackson’s sweet voice snaps me out of my spiral. “Yes,” he says, nodding against my arm.

My heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest.

Warren moves his eyes up to meet mine. “Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

“I… umm… Would you be okay with that?”

He nods, giving me permission to answer however I want.

I take a deep breath. “Yes, I do.”

Warren’s gaze travels over all three of us on the bed. There’s a softness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.

“If you want to call me mom, you can, or Sienna is good too, bud,” I tell him.

He smiles. “Okay. Can I hold her?” I huff out a laugh at his abrupt change in topic when I’m still reeling from the last one.

Grayson and Tucker help get him situated on the couch with pillows. Tucker gives me a kiss when he gathers Mia into his arms.

I reach out, grabbing Warren’s hand.

“Is something wrong? Do you need me to get a nurse?” he asks, an edge of panic in his voice.

“I’m fine. I just wanted to talk to you.” I pull him down until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed beside me. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Jackson has a mom.”

He holds up his hand. “No, he doesn’t, or at least not one in the woman who gave birth to him. Moms love their children and are there for them no matter what. They’re there to celebrate birthdays and put band-aids on scraped knees. You already are his mom.”

“But…” I start. The shake of his head stops me.

“No buts. My ex signed over her parental rights a year ago because her new husband was rich and she didn’t want to give me any money. I don’t know if that would have happened, but I wasn’t going to miss the chance to have her out of our lives for good. She is our past.”

He touches my cheek. “ You are our future. You are Jackson and Mia’s mom. I’m more than okay with that.”

“Okay,” I choke out because that’s all I can manage.

We both turn our heads toward the couch where Jackson has his arms wrapped around Mia. He isn’t actually supporting any of her weight because she’s lying on a pillow, but he looks so proud.

Tucker and Grayson are tucked in close on either side of them. They’re all deep in a conversation we can’t quite hear.

“He’s going to be a great big brother,” I tell Warren, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah, he really is.”

I rest my head back against the pillow, not believing this is all real.

This is my family. All six of us.