Page 20 of Strip It Down (Spoiled by My Blue Collar Man #4)

“Just push, Sweet we’re almost there.”

Just push, he says. We’re almost there. I inhale. He’s not the one doing the work.

“Sayer!”

“The baby is crowning, almost done.…”

“There are two, Sayer. Two. This is number one,” I snap.

He chuckles. “I love your fight, sweet. This will be over before you know it.”

An hour later we’re in our room and he’s holding our daughter. I have our son. And I’ve already forgotten the struggle.

I glance up at the man swaying back and forth, cooing to our child. His love has never wavered. Not through all the years he was growing up and in the military.

And not through the last four that were tainted by heartache. He’s stood by me, held me up when I thought I couldn’t go on and always, always loved me for who I am.

Jarrett’s dogs found my sister’s body, along with the other three girls, buried on Archer Family land. I’d known in my heart, but it was still devastating.

Our first two pregnancies didn’t make it to term.

When there was a brutal accident on the highway and an eighteen-month boy was orphaned, we adopted him.

Ayla was ecstatic and is the perfect big sister.

Our last chance at invitro took, then turned into twins.

I’ve spent most of the last six months almost bedridden.

Leaving Sayer with the business, the kids and a whiny wife.

Thank heavens we had Paul and MaryKatherine to help.

I hear a commotion in the hall. Six-year-old Ayla flies through the door. “Momma, Momma, I what to hold the baby. Have we named them yet?”

“Me too, Momma,” three-year-old Tobias echoes. “I wanna hold.”

Sayer works his way to me, leans down and whispers, “I wanna hold Momma.”