© 2019 Sheridan Anne.

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Dedication

This short novella came as not only a surprise to you, but a surprise to me too. I had absolutely no intention of writing this, yet here we are!

Once I completed book 7, I had countless readers demanding to have more and because of that, we now have Unmissable.

This novella is dedicated to every single one of you who has fallen in love with Noah, Henley, Rivers, and Tully, and have followed their epic journey from the very start.

I love you all for the support and encouragement you have all shown me and it’s because of you that I have the craziest need to get up every day and continue writing these incredibly complex characters with plot twists insane enough to make you think I’ve lost my mind!

Introduction

Babies. Babies. Babies.

Who would have known?

I could have sworn Noah and I had another few years before we went down this path. The second that pregnancy test came back positive—momentary freak-out aside—I knew it was right.

36 weeks and counting.

How much more of this pregnancy can I take?

I thought our wedding day was the start of the rest of our lives, but it turns out, the day I go into labor is the real beginning.

Our lives are about to get crazy.

So, with my legs up in the stirrups, I take a deep breath and prepare for the most epic ride of my life.

WARNING: Unmissable is a 17K word novella that takes place roughly nine months after the ending of Unstoppable – Haven Falls (Book 7.) It is written in dual POV between the two main characters, Noah and Henley.

It is HIGHLY recommended that Books 1-7 be read before commencing Unmissable.

The Haven Falls Series is a Young Adult / New Adult Romance filled with LOL moments, teenage angst, and of course, all the swoon-worthy moments I know you’re all dying for. This series is recommended for mature readers due to cursing and sexual content. If this offends you, then steer clear of this bad boy romance!

For everyone else, dive in and have fun!

Contents

Dedication

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

The Broken Hill High Series

Author Biography

Other Series by Sheridan Anne

Chapter 1

Noah

The alarm sounds and I fly out of the dining chair, leaving my uneaten lunch behind. As usual, I'm the first one here, scrambling for my gear and throwing myself into the fire truck. Within the blink of an eye, the rest of my boys are right behind me, ready to go.

It’s been a hot as fuck kind of day with gale force winds to go with it. This is our third major call out and we’re only eighteen hours through our twenty-four-hour shift. The first was a bushfire on the boundary line of Haven Falls and Broken Hill that quickly escalated to emergency levels.

We issued an evacuation notice to the homes in the area and with the help of the crew from Broken Hill, we were able to put that shit to bed without losing anyone’s homes. It was six hours of hell.

We got back and sat our asses down for all of three seconds before the next call came in. There was a three car pile-up where a bunch of reckless teenagers nearly killed a mother and her toddler, and caused serious injury to a man, whose only intention was to get home to his wife.

I guess it put all my teenage years into perspective. I was such a fucking idiot racing the way I did. Don’t get me wrong, it was fun and the adrenaline rush did me wonders, but I was endangering the lives of not only myself but the people around me. I was so cocky and sure of myself. You see people having accidents all the time yet you always think, ‘that’s never going to happen to me.’

Truth be told, I was fucking lucky that never happened to me with the kind of shit I was getting up to in the middle of the night. When Henley came into the picture and my cocky, too sure of myself attitude tripled, I was desperately trying to impress her so I’m damn lucky I never got myself into that kind of trouble.

I wanted her to think that I was larger than life, a fucking untouchable badass, and I think on some level she did. On the other hand, I think she could see right through my bullshit and I’ve never been so grateful for that.

The day Henley Bronx walked into my life, I knew that one day I'd give her my name. I wasn't fucking wrong—I rarely am.

Henley Bronx was a sure fire thing for me, despite her tough girl attitude. Maybe it was the way she was never afraid to put me in my place and call me out on my bullshit. Whatever it was, she reeled me in, hook, line, and sinker.

The truck peels out of the fire station driveway, giving me that same adrenaline that I used to get as a reckless teenager behind the wheel of my Camaro.

Dispatch comes through our radio as a second and third truck pull out behind us. We’re given the address and my heart sinks, but I don’t have time to dwell as she starts her explanation. “Apartment fire. Some kind of explosion that happened on the second level. A neighbor called it in and at this point, we are unaware of the cause. Residents in the higher apartments are trapped and no doubt panicking. It’s believed there are a handful of children.”

Fuck.

“On it,” I acknowledge into the radio, letting dispatch know we’re prepared.

“Be safe, boys,” dispatch says again before the radio falls to silence.

I turn around to face the boys in the back while grabbing the radio once again, knowing my guys in the other trucks are eagerly awaiting my instruction. “Top priority; human life. We’ll split into three groups. Truck one is on the initial sweep, locating and freeing any trapped people. Truck two, I want you hot on our six, getting those people to safety and administering first aid until the paramedics arrive. Truck three; you’re on the fire. Once we’re done, it’s business as usual. This building is less than ten years old and does not have gas ovens. My gut is telling me this is something else other than a usual kitchen or electrical fire. Keep your eyes open. Are we clear?”

“Clear,” comes from fifteen voices throughout the three trucks.

I nod to my boys in the back before turning and facing the road. This is going to be a shit show and what’s worse, this is Tully’s old apartment block.

It was less than a year ago that she was living here. These people trapped inside this apartment block were her friends and neighbors; the people who checked on her when Rivers deployed, the people who slammed their fists against the wall when she was busily rocking out, and the people who helped her feel safe when her life was a living hell.

This was her home, her sanctuary, her peace where she could be herself and block out the world around her. Now it's all going up in flames, and though it kills me, it's the least of my troubles. There are people in there terrified for their lives. My number one priority is human life, number two is saving their homes and possessions.

We’re about two minutes away when my phone starts going apeshit in my pocket. I cringe as I fish it out. I usually don’t have my phone on me while I’m working as it’s a distraction, but Henley is 36 weeks pregnant, so I’ve been making an exception.

Henley’s name flashes on the screen and my eyes widen as I hastily accept the call. The boys quieten down in the back, knowing I’ll only answer my phone if it’s necessary.

I practically slam it against my ear. “Babe, is everything okay?”

“It’s me,” my sister’s panicked voice comes through the line. “Henley’s water just broke and she also just told me that she’s been having contractions for the last few hours, the stubborn cow. We’re about to get on our way to the hospital. Where are you? Now that her water has broken, she’s panicking.”

“FUCK! I’m on my way to an apartment fire. It’s going to be a few hours before I can get to the hospital.”

“What? You have plenty of people. They’ll be fine on their own. You need to get here.”

“Henley’s going to be okay. It’ll be hours before she’s ready to push.”

“Noah,” Tully demands. “This is your wife. Can’t you leave work early just this once?”

I cringe, knowing where she’s coming from, but this is peoples' lives we’re talking about. This is my team, my boys. How could I leave them a man short in such a dangerous situation? “I can’t, Tullz,” I tell her for the millionth time as I consider telling her where exactly this fire is, though decide not to as I want her focused on my wife, not her old apartment block. “If I had any other job, you know I’d already be out the door.”

Tully groans before giving in. “I know…just, hurry, okay? I have a feeling she’s not going to make this easy on me and I’m going to be her punching bag until you can come and free me.”

I grin as the excitement hits. “Fuck, yeah, you are. Can you put her on?”

“Yeah, hold on,” she says. “She wanted a cool shower first.”

“The fuck? What for?”

“I don’t fucking know, but I wasn’t about to question her. Do you have any idea how grouchy she’s been the last few weeks?”

I grin a little more. Tully’s right, Henley has been a bit snappy. This pregnancy hasn't exactly been easy for her, especially after watching how easily Tully went through her pregnancy, it's been a little bit of a sore spot.

Henley’s practically had elbows, knees, and feet jammed up under her ribs for the last ten weeks. She vomited nearly every single day, she hasn’t slept properly in over five months, and not to mention the dreaded heartburn that brings tears to her eyes. She is going to be one happy Mommy when her guts are childfree.

I listen as Tully takes her time walking through my home, and I resist groaning and telling her to hurry the fuck up. There’s only another minute or so before we pull up at the fire and when we do, I need to be ready, and in order for that to happen, I need to know that Henley is doing alright.

Tully knocks on a door and I hear the sound of the shower in the background before Henley and Tully’s muffled voices.

Not a second later, my wife’s already exhausted voice comes down the line. “Noah?” she questions.

“Spitfire,” I say, unable to hide the adoration in my tone. “How are you doing? Tully said your water broke.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs. “Are you on your way back?”

I wince, hating that I have to tell her this. “No. Not yet, babe. There was an apartment fire. We’re just about there, but I’ll be as fast as I can. I promise you, Spitfire, I’ll be there. We’re going to get these people out and make this fire our bitch, and then I’ll be standing right there next to you. I won’t miss this for the world. You got that?”

Henley sighs and I hear the devastation in her tone, but she understands despite how much she wants me there now. “I just really need you to come and hold my hand,” she finally says.

“I know,” I tell her, feeling like a dick. “I’m sorry. I hate this just as much as you do, but I can’t leave these boys. If something happened to one of them…”

“I know,” Henley tells me. “You don’t need to explain it to me. I get it and I’d hope that one day, they’d be strong enough to do the same for you.”

“They are.”

“Good…shit,” she groans. “Another contraction is coming.”

I suck in a breath, hating that I’m not able to be there for her right now. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” she says. “It just sucks. These next few hours are going to be awful.”

“You’re going to be okay, Henley. You’re the strongest woman I know and you have Tully right by your side. You’re my fucking Rockstar, babe. I’m going to keep my phone on me if you need me, okay?”

“Okay,” she says, letting out a slow, deep breath as the contraction takes over her.

We pull down the street of the apartment and smoke is billowing up into the air as bystanders begin to scatter to make room for our trucks. “We’re here, Henley. I have to go, but don’t for one second forget how fucking much I love you.”

“I know,” she says. “I love you too. Be safe, okay?”

“I will, babe. I’ll come as soon as I can.”

With that, Henley ends the call and I tuck the phone back into my pocket and concentrate on the task ahead of me. “Alright, boys,” I say to the other four men in the truck. “My wife just went into labor and as much as I love doing this shit with you guys, today; a quick game is a good game. Let’s get in and get it done so I can get to the hospital.”

They all nod in agreement before giving their congratulations. But truth be told, their congratulations are pretty fucking lousy, but that’s what I expect seeing as though each and every one of their eyes are cast out the front windshield taking in the blazing apartment block right before us.

Orange flames take over the second story with smoke pouring out the windows while an idiot down on the ground is busily trying to convince the people up on the third and fourth levels to jump from their balconies.

I shake my head. It’s fucking idiots like that who make our job so much harder.

The truck comes to a stop and we all pile out, rushing around to get what we need. Without any of the boys needing clarification on what to do, we all head straight for the building as the police show up and start pushing the bystanders away and creating a perimeter around the building. Hopefully dealing with that idiot as well.

We charge through the building, starting with the occupants of the apartment currently on fire. We find him out in the hallway, trying to crawl away from the smoke as he violently coughs. He’s alert enough to let us know that there is no one else in his apartment.

One of the guys from the second truck comes through and helps him out of the building while the rest of us go on, searching each and every apartment, not stopping until we’ve checked behind every single door, under every bed, and inside every last closet.

We find a toddler on the third floor in the apartment directly above the fire, screaming for his mommy only to find the woman unconscious after the explosion had blown a hole right through her floor.

Flames have started making their way around her, but it looks as though she was knocked out by the debris from the explosion.

We rush in and get her to safety and once that’s done, we focus on getting the rest of the trapped residents out of here.

Having faith in my boys from the third truck, I make the call to start leading the residents out of the building. There are at least fifty people trapped in here, but with the fire burning the structure of the building from the second floor, it’s imperative that we get these people out of here in case the integrity of the building decides to give out.

With the emergency exit engulfed by flames and the elevator out for the count, we’re left with no option but to take the window from the third floor.

I explain to the residents what’s going to happen as the truck is pulled into place and the ladder is extended. A life net is stretched out below in case of a fall, and the residents instantly begin fretting.

It’s understandable. This isn’t the kind of shit that happens every day, but when the building begins to creak and the sound of something collapsing on the floor below echoes all through the building, they’re suddenly more than ready to face this daring escape.

I look down at the view below to ensure everything is in place and ready to go. I see the paramedics working furiously on the man from apartment two, and the woman from apartment three being put in the back of an ambulance while her son remains safely in Blake's arms.

With everyone in place, the residents start going out the window. Some need to be coaxed while others with an itch for adrenaline seem to enjoy it.

An hour and a half later, all fifty residents are safely on the ground while my men are busily putting out the last of the flames.

I’m the last one down to the ground and instantly go check on my boys. “What’s the damage?” I ask our fire chief.

He lets out a sigh and shakes his head. “Would you believe it if I told you it was a meth lab?”

Disappointment shatters through me. Three-quarters of this building gone, a woman in the hospital, and a shitload of people all without a home all because of drugs?

It’s an issue we’ve been dealing with more and more. When Anton Mathers, Henley’s biological father, was put away, that put a stop to drugs being imported into Haven Falls and the surrounding areas. It kept our town clean for a while until people realized that in order to get the hit they wanted, they were going to have to source their drugs from somewhere else.

Overnight, everyone and their fucking dog became a dealer, and with that, came all the dumbass suppliers.

This marks the fourth drug-related incident this year.

It’s fucking pathetic.

I shake my head as the fire chief and I start heading back into the building to check it out for ourselves, and what we find is no doubt going to end up on the evening news.

When is this bullshit going to end? Haven Falls is better than this.

“Alight, Noah,” Chief says as we exit the building. “I’ll handle this one from here on out. You go be with that woman of yours.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to allow myself to get excited in case he changes his mind.

"I’m sure, kid. The danger is gone. You got the people out safely, and all of our men have lived to tell the tale. You’ve done your job. Now go and be with your wife.”

I nod my head and within the blink of an eye, I’m running.

I throw my gear into the fire truck, knowing the boys will take it back to the station and get it sorted for me. I’m covered in black ash and I doubt anyone is going to let me anywhere near my wife or a newborn baby for that matter, but I’m going to try.

I get myself an Uber and dive through its door before finally giving myself a second to breathe.

I’m about to be a father and I couldn’t be more excited. I feel as though I’ve been waiting my whole life for this. You know, there was that one moment in high school where I thought it was going to happen and that terrified me, but now? This is the real fucking deal and I couldn’t be more ready.

The driver pulls up at the hospital and get my ass through the doors as though my life depends on it, and really, it probably does. After attending to so many pregnant women over my time as a fireman, I don’t bother for directions and race to the maternity ward, desperate to be with my girl.

I find a long hallway with closed doors and wonder which she’d be behind, but I don’t have to wonder long as I find Rivers sitting halfway down the hall. I race towards him and the closer I get, the clearer his facial expression becomes.

Rivers hears me coming and looks up. “About fucking time, man,” he grumbles.

I glance down at my phone. “It’s only been four hours.”

“Yeah, four hours of your wife sounding as though she’s about to murder my fiancé.”

My brows furrow. “What?” I say as an ear-shattering scream comes tearing from the door I stand before.

“WHERE THE HELL IS HE?” Henley roars, loud enough for the people over in Broken Hill to hear.

My eyes widen like saucers as I look down at my best friend. “Yeah,” he grunts in a knowing tone. “It’s that fucking bad. You better get your ass in there before she comes looking for you.”

Well, shit.

With that, I do my best to clean myself up and get my ass through the door.

Chapter 2

Henley

Another contraction tears through me and I scream out as the pain becomes intolerable. This must be what death feels like. Surely this is me burning in hell for the stupid shit I’ve done during my short life.

How are all those women out there saying that having a baby is the most natural and beautiful thing known to man? Are they insane? This shit is torturous, and trust me, one look at what’s been going on down in my lady business, and I’m sure everyone will agree that this shit ain’t natural or beautiful.

It’s horrendous. Downright, terrifyingly horrendous.

I dig my nails into Tully’s hand, trying to relieve the agony that tears through me as she does her best not to curse me out. I don’t doubt that I’ve left five little semi-circles on her skin. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve even drawn blood, but she stands tall, giving me all the support I need despite how much I’ve been hating on her stupid, twin brother.

How could he get me into this position? He loves me with everything he’s got so I’m sure if he knew exactly how much this shit hurt that he’d never have wanted this for me.

Damn it. What am I saying?

Having a child is going to be the best thing to happen to us. I’m sure once the pain is gone and I have my child resting peacefully in my arms, I’m going to magically forget that this midwife is trying to perform some sort of demonic exorcism on my vagina.

Where the hell is he? It’s been hours.

“He’ll be here soon,” Tully promises, making me realize that I said that out loud.

Shit. I hope I haven’t been saying other things out loud, otherwise I’m going to come across as a real fucking bitch.

Fuck it. I’m in labor; I can say whatever the fuck I want to say and it’ll be perfectly acceptable. “How long can it take to put out a stupid fire?”

“Seriously?” Tully grumbles, shaking out her hand before rubbing over the marks left by my nails. “He’ll be here soon. Besides, would you rather deal with me a little longer or have him rush the job and put himself in danger.”

“Honestly,” I groan, glancing away with a pout. “You don’t want to know my answer right now.”

“Well, damn,” she says, grabbing the ice chips and offering some to me.

I take it greedily and put it in my mouth while Tully refreshes my wash cloth with nice cool water and places it over my forehead. “This bullshit seriously sucks,” I tell her.

“I know,” she laughs, propping herself on the side of my bed. “Do you forget that I did it only ten months ago?”

I shake my head while rolling my eyes. “You practically sneezed and Lily came flying out. I swear, you must have a wicked loose vagina.”

Tully narrows her eyes and shoots a filthy glare at me while lowering her voice. “If you weren’t so knocked up and about ready to push, I’d kick your ass for that comment.”

“Try all you’d like. Your loose flaps would just get tangled in your legs and you’ll end up tripping and eating dirt.”

Tully laughs. “You’re a real bitch while you’re in labor. Remind me to tell Noah never to knock your skank ass up again.”

“If you were capable of dragging your brother’s ass here on time then you would never have had to deal with my skank ass in the first place,” I point out.

Tully groans as she throws herself off my bed and starts heading for the door. “I think it’s time I tag teamed with Rivers.”

My eyes bulge out of my head as fear rushes through me. “No, no, no,” I beg in a panic as tears spring from my eyes all of a sudden feeling guilty about keeping her here. After all, both her and Rivers have been away from their baby just to be here helping me through this bullshit. “Don’t go. I need you to stay. Don’t give me Rivers. He’s going to be all nice and supportive and reminding me how to breathe and I,” sob, “I can’t handle that kind of shit right now,” sob. “Please.”

Tully spins on her heels while crossing her arms over her chest. She shoots me a sharp glare. “Fine, but one more comment about me having loose flaps…”

Another contraction rips through me and I fist my hands into the sheets of the hospital bed. “FUCK,” I yell, clenching my eyes as the earlier tears seem to double. I look back up at Tully. “I can’t do this,” I cry. “Make it stop.”

Sympathy replaces the scowl on Tully’s face and she starts rushing back towards me. “You’re going to get through this,” she promises. “Only a little while longer and it’ll all be worth it. You’ll see.”

The contraction seems to go on forever and all sense of human decency flies out the window. “WHERE THE HELL IS HE?”

“I…” Tully cringes, not wanting to tell me for the hundredth time that he’ll be here soon when the door is thrown open and my husband finally presents us with his handsome face. The very handsome face that I want to tear to shreds.

“Spitfire,” he gasps, taking me in. “Are you okay? What’s happening?”

Anger pulses through me at seeing his carefree expression and without even thinking, I grab the half-empty water bottle beside me and launch it at his head. “YOU! I HATE YOU.”

Noah comes to an abrupt standstill, gaping as he takes in the room around him. “Me?” he questions. “What did I do?”

Tully gawks at him as I try to ride out the rest of my contraction. “Where the fuck have you been?” Tully demands. “Do you have any idea what kind of shit she’s been putting me through?”

The tears stream down my face and as though he hasn’t heard a single word, he stares down his sister. “What the hell did you do to her?”

“Me?” Tully gapes. “You’re the fucker who put her in this situation, remember? It’s got nothing to do with me.”

Noah looks back at me before finally catching his bearings and rushing toward me. He scoops my hand into his and the touch of his skin upon mine does wonders. I look up at him, wanting nothing more than to call it quits.

I see relief overtake Tully behind Noah’s shoulder and I try to make a mental note that once all this shit is over, I’m going to owe her a major apology. She lets out a breath before mouthing ‘thank God,’ and discreetly backing out the open door to where Rivers sits in the hallway. She drops down onto his lap while shaking her hand and showing him the nailmarks left on her skin.

The door slowly closes them out and then finally, it’s just me and Noah.

The room falls into silence with the click of the door blocking out all the outside noise. Noah sits on the edge of my bed and pulls me into his arms before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my temple. “Are you doing alright? How do you feel?”

I turn in his arms and look up at him as though he’s lost his fucking mind. “How do you think I’ve been doing? My body feels like it’s being torn apart from the inside out and I feel like someone has taken a serrated knife to my vagina.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Why don’t you bend over and I’ll tear you from your asshole to your ballsack and then we can compare notes?”

Noah’s eyes bulge before a shudder takes over him. “Fair call,” he says, “but for the record, I’m not letting you anywhere near my asshole for the foreseeable future.”

I roll my eyes and snuggle back into his side. “And after the foreseeable future?”

“Still no chance.”

I let out a deep sigh and focus on my breathing as Noah’s hand slips into mine, lacing our fingers together. “I was worried that I was going to miss it.”

“I wasn’t,” I murmur. “I knew you wouldn’t miss this for anything. I’ve just really needed you here for these damn contractions. You keep me calm so hopefully it’s a little more manageable from now.”

“Words can’t express how sorry I am that I’ve been gone these last few hours.”

“I know,” I tell him, closing my eyes as I try to prepare for the next contraction. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me. I know what your job means to you. It’s life or death, and truth be told, had you left your team to come and stand by my side while innocent lives were at risk, I would have been disappointed with you. Your need to protect and put others first is one of the reasons why I love you so much. Besides, as I remember it, I was the idiot who first suggested you look into a career as a fireman, so really, all this bullshit is on me.”

“And don’t you forget it,” he teases, reaching for some ice chips and pushing the hair back off my sweaty face. “You know I love you, right? You’re going to make an incredible mother. You’re so strong, compassionate, loving, and kind. You’re going to have rows upon rows of ‘Best Mother in the World’ mugs and t-shirts.”

“You really think?” I ask, tilting my chin to look up into his eyes.

Noah’s lips press ever so gently down on mine. “I know, Henley. You and me, we were made for this. Tully and Rivers are incredible parents and nine months ago we made a promise that we were going to kick their asses at this gig, so really, we have no other choice. You know I don’t like to lose.”

I shake my head as I feel my body preparing for another contraction. “You’re such an idiot.”

Noah goes to make some smart ass comment when my phone chimes on the bed beside me. He goes to reach for it, but the contraction comes up and takes over me like never before. I squeeze down hard on his hand, clenching my teeth and trying to refocus the pain. “Holy shit,” I pant.

“What do I do?” Noah panics. “How can I help?”

I shake my head, trying to squeeze his hand tighter. “There’s nothing,” I say with tears springing to my eyes once again. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s too much.”

Noah uses his other hand to run through my hair, trying to comfort me as best he can. “You can. You can do this, and afterward, you’ll have the bragging rights to hold over my head for the rest of our lives.”

I shake my head against his chest. “No. I want the drugs. Get me the drugs. The gas or an epidural. I don’t care, just get it. I’m done.”

“Babe,” he says with a cringe. “Are you sure? You specifically told me last week that even when you were begging for the drugs, not to give in.”

“Yeah, well I was stupid last week and didn’t realize what the fuck I was getting myself into.”

Noah helps me to roll onto my side and the second his arm comes around to spoon me, the pain slowly begins to fade. Maybe I can do this without drugs.

Noah begins slowly rubbing my back and it brings all sorts of comfort washing over me as I close my eyes and focus on slowly breathing in and out.

My phone chimes again and Noah reaches around my massive stomach to grab it. He pulls up a text message and shows me the screen.

Aria – Have you pushed yet?

I choke back a laugh. I’d love to sit here and entertain my little sister’s text message, but I simply don’t have the will. In fact, I haven’t responded to any of the thirty texts that have come through so far. I guess that’s what Noah is for.

As if reading my mind, Noah starts shooting off replies to all the unread texts and before I know it, Dr. Branson is pushing through the door with a welcoming smile.

“How are you feeling, Henley?” she asks, walking over and checking the monitors while pulling on a pair of gloves.

“I’m ready to get the show on the road,” I tell her.

Dr. Branson lets out a groan and shakes her head. She’s used to my bullshit by now. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she says before asking Noah to help me roll onto my back so she can take a look at the mess going on between my legs.

Her head emerges a few moments later. “Sorry to break the bad news, but you’re going to have to wait just a little while longer. You’re at eight centimeters so maybe another hour, possibly two.”

I’ve never felt so disappointed in my life.

Dr. Branson leaves with a promise to come and check on me in a little while and I somehow convince the midwife to let me take a cool shower.

I don’t know how it happened, but one minute, I’m standing under the cool spray of the shower with Noah standing fully clothed in the water, shivering while making sure I’m safe, and the next thing I know, nearly two hours have passed and Dr. Branson is insisting that I get my ass in bed and put my legs up in the stirrups.

From there on, time seems to blur. A towel is thrown around me, arms are sliding around my back, a midwife is doing something to my bed and clicking stirrups into place, while I begin freaking out over the torture I’m about to willingly endure.

What was I thinking? I should have taken the drugs when I had the chance.

Stupid Noah and his ability to make me forget my own damn name.

I’ll never forgive him for this.

Chapter 3

Noah

“No, no, no, no, no,” Henley says, standing before the bed and gaping at it as though it’s her personalized road to hell. She starts backing up, shaking her head in fear. “I can’t do this. What were we thinking? We can just adopt instead.”

“Sorry, Spitfire,” I say, trying to hide a grin. “It’s a little too late to back out now. You have no choice, but to push. All you have to do is get up on the bed, put your legs in the stirrups, and push.”

I’ve never seen such a terrifying glare. “If it sounds so fucking easy, then why don’t you get up on the fucking bed and tear your vagina in half?”

“Come on,” Dr. Branson says, patting the bed. “You’re ready to go. Your body knows what to do and right now, it’s telling you that it’s ready to push. What happened to the girl who was ready to get the show on the road less than two hours ago?”

“She died along with my willpower.”

I squeeze Henley’s hand. ”You’ve got this and to be honest, the sooner you get it over and done with, the sooner you’ll have your baby in your arms and the sooner the pain will go away. Like a Band-Aid, Spitfire. Let’s do this.”

She nods her head, but the fear behind her eyes is nearly enough to cripple me. I’d do anything to take her pain away. I hate that she’s going through this and there’s nothing I can do to help. I’ve never felt so fucking useless in my life.

I’m used to being the guy who swoops in and saves the fucking day, and saving Henley has always been my favorite thing to do, but in this very moment, all I can do is hold her hand and watch as she goes through this terrifying thing.

She’s going to be okay, though. I just know it. She has to be.

I’ve heard horror stories over the years of things that go wrong while giving birth and you always think ‘that’ll never happen to me’ yet for some poor bastards, it does.

That’s not going to be us.

Henley is a fucking machine. She’s got this.

A midwife comes in on Henley’s other side and together we help get her up in the bed. A pillow is jammed behind her back before a second and a third, while her legs are placed up in the stirrups. Midwives rush around the room, making sure everything is right where it needs to be and as they finish preparing, I take a second to take a breath.

I’m going to be a father.

No, I’m going to be a fucking incredible father.

Shit. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I should be concentrating on the woman who has my hand in a death grip. The second she’s finished pushing, then I can think about what an incredible dad I’ll be.

Actually, come to think of it, I know her hand is currently clutched in mine, but maybe I should be putting a pillow between us or turning my hips away as something tells me that at some point during all of this, she’s going to grab my balls and attempt to castrate me for getting her pregnant. Who knows, maybe she’ll attempt a vasectomy with her bare hands while she’s at it.

Dr. Branson gets herself situated between Henley’s legs while midwives hover around, ready and waiting.

Henley’s eyes swivel nervously from mine to Dr. Branson’s, and with a tear rolling down her cheek, she raises her chin. "The contraction is coming."

“Alright,” Dr. Branson says, “Then let’s get ready to meet your baby.”

A midwife grabs hold of Henley’s legs and I’m instructed to do the same with the other and I watch on as Henley watches Dr. Branson, waiting for instructions.

Henley’s hold on my hand tightens and I realize this is it. There’s no more waiting.

“Alright, Henley,” Dr. Branson says is a calm tone. “Deep breath and push.”

Henley squeezes the absolute shit out of my hand as she pushes with everything she’s got. Her face goes red as beads of sweat appear over her brow. “You’re doing good,” Dr. Branson says. “Just a little while longer.”

She keeps going and I worry that she’s about to pass out when Dr. Branson finally gives her a break, but it lasts only a slight second, just enough time for Henley to take a breath before she’s being told to push again.

It goes on and on and I begin to worry about Henley. I thought she’d be screaming, moaning, grunting, or crying, yet she hasn’t made a single sound, unlike Tully who screamed blue murder which we could hear from down the hall.

“Alright, take a short break,” Dr. Branson says. “On the next contraction, you’ll have one more big push and then the head will be out.”

Tears stream down Henley’s face, but she’s a fighter and there’s nothing she wants more in this world than to meet that baby. I press a cool wash cloth over her forehead and remind her how fucking well she’s doing, but she ignores me and everything around her. Right now, for Henley, all that exists is her and Dr. Branson. She’s in the zone and I don’t want to fuck that up for her.

The next contraction comes on and Henley squeezes down on my hand once again as she takes the deepest breath of her life. She pushes with every last ounce of energy she possesses and with a roar of complete agony, she screams out.

“Good job, Henley,” Dr. Branson says, getting busy checking over the baby’s face and making sure the cord isn’t wrapped around its neck. “You got the head out. It’s smooth sailing from here.”

Henley nods, unable to say anything in her exhaustion and I find myself incapable of not looking. I peek down and lay my eyes on my child, and truth be told, it’s kind of gross. My gut is telling me that it’s a boy, but we don’t actually know. Either way, he’s covered in all sorts of gooey shit.

One thing’s for sure though, I love this child with every piece of my heart. “Baby, you’ve got to see this,” I tell Henley as she focuses on catching her breath. I turn back to look at her and there’s intrigue in her eyes. “You want to see?”

She smirks back at me and with that, a midwife grabs a mirror.

The mirror is put into place and not a second later, Henley is sucking in a breath. “Holy shit, that’s…that’s my baby.”

“Yeah, Spitfire. It is.”

“He looks disgusting,” she says with adoration.

I can’t help but laugh. “He sure does.”

Dr. Branson pushes the mirror away as it’s time to pull him out. A contraction comes on and Henley is instructed to give a small push and before I know it, the tiniest little baby boy is being placed upon my wife’s chest.

Tears of happiness stream down Henley’s face as she cradles our son while I watch on in awe. I’ve never seen a sight so fucking beautiful.

The midwives rush around getting towels for our son to start cleaning him up and keeping him warm while Henley and I look on with our hearts on our sleeves. “Hello, my baby boy,” Henley sobs, working hard to reel in her emotions. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever met. I love you so much.” She glances up at me with a beaming smile. “Do you see how beautiful he is?”

“Yeah, Spitfire. I do. He’s perfect,” I say, leaning down and pressing my lips to hers. "You did it. You’re so fucking incredible.”

“It hurt so much," she murmurs against my lips.

“I promise you, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

Henley nods as I pull back and both our eyes instantly fall back to our son. “Does he have a name?” one of the midwives questions as Dr. Branson works on something between Henley’s legs.

I glance down at my wife. “Do you want to do the honors?”

She smiles wide as she wipes the tears off her face. “This is Elijah Harrison Cage,” she announces proudly as all eyes fall back to our son.

He cries on Henley’s chest and my heart shatters in all the best ways. It’s the voice of an angel; the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

A midwife scoops Elijah up off Henley’s chest and holds him in front of Dr. Branson so she can take a good look. “You look just perfect,” she tells him. “Ten fingers and ten toes, but you need to go get weighed and measured while we say hello to your brother.”

Henley sighs. “Already?”

Dr. Branson nods. “Unfortunately, yes. Twin number two is ready to go.”

With that, Branson sends the midwife with Elijah over to the side to the room to focus on getting him fixed up with all eyes falling back to Henley, though don’t get me wrong, not a second goes by that I’m not aware of exactly where Elijah is in this room.

“It’s just one more time,” Dr. Branson tells Henley. “Now you know what it feels like to hold your child in your arms, so I promise, with that in mind, it will make round two just that bit easier, alright?”

Henley nods, taking a deep breath and mentality prepares to tear herself apart for the second time in a row.

This has been the moment that Henley has been most anxious about during the whole pregnancy. The second she found out it was twins, she was nervous that after going through hell pushing one baby out, that she wouldn’t have the strength to push the second, but she was anxious for nothing.

Dr. Branson is right and I see it all over Henley’s face. The second she held Elijah in her arms, her world fell right into place and she knew that being a mother was what her purpose in this life really was. She would do anything and everything to protect her babies, even if it means going through a second childbirth just moments after the first.

Henley is a fucking Rockstar and no matter what, she’s going to kill this. Though, that doesn’t mean that she hasn’t been panicking about raising two babies. She was hoping they were girls because she thought girls would be easier to deal with, but just like me, she could feel it in her gut that they were boys and the thought of raising two kids who are no doubt going to be just like me is kind of terrifying. I don’t know what I’d do if these babies ever got themselves in the kind of shit that I used to get myself into.

Shit, maybe it’s time I gave my parents an apology.

Everyone gets back into position and less than five minutes later, we have baby number two placed gently upon Henley’s chest.

She cries tears of joy, knowing all the hard work is over as she cradles our second son. “They’re exactly the same,” she tells me with a soft chuckle.

“How can you tell?” I grin, looking down at him as the midwife works on cleaning him up. “He’s covered in all your gooey insides.”

“I can just tell,” Henley tells me as the midwife with Elijah brings him around and places him in my arms, making me weak at the knees. “They’re exactly the same.”

I bring Elijah down and place him beside his twin brother and despite his brother still being covered in all sorts of stuff, Henley’s not wrong; they’re identical. So identical that this is no doubt going to fuck me up. I’m going to have to get them name tags or dress them in different colors.

Henley’s arms wrap around the both of them, needing to hold both her babies as Dr. Branson finishes between her legs. “So, who’s this little handsome guy?”

Henley beams, the happiest woman in the world with both of her babies cradled safely in her arms. “This is Ethan Eddison Cage.”

“That’s beautiful,” Dr. Branson says. “Elijah and Ethan Cage. I have a feeling the two of them are not only going to be trouble makers, but they’ll be a couple of heartbreakers as well.”

Henley laughs, glancing up at me with a knowing sparkle in her beautiful eyes. “If they’re anything like their daddy, then that’s exactly what they’re going to be.”

I can’t deny it, it’s true.

Ethan is taken off Henley to get properly cleaned up and as Elijah falls into a deep, well needed sleep so I scoop him up off Henley’s chest and put him down into the bassinet despite how much I want to take him to the recliner couch in the corner of the room and hold him while he sleeps.

My babies are both safe and doing well, so in this very moment, it’s all about Henley.

She wants nothing more than to get up and shower, but knowing the risks involved, she settles for letting me play nurse. I help get her fixed up as Ethan is placed into a bassinet and put next to his brother, both sleeping soundly.

I get Henley something to wear that isn’t covered in bodily juices and she demands a new cool wash cloth to wipe over her face, the whole time not relenting on asking about having a shower.

Once we’re all sorted and the room finally clears out, we take our sleeping babies and lay down in Henley’s bed, the four of us together as one.

Together as a family.

Henley snuggles into my side and with Elijah safely cradled in her arms and Ethan in mine, she falls into a peaceful sleep while I proudly watch over my family.

Chapter 4

Henley

Holy shit. That shower was incredible.

Well, that could be slightly over exaggerating. After all, it’s just a regular hospital shower, but after the way I’ve been feeling with bodily fluids plastered all over my skin, sweat from head to toes, and of course, my non-stop aching vagina, that plain Jane regular hospital shower went a long way in making me feel somewhat human again.

Truth be told, it’s probably going to be a while before I start to truly feel human again.

I know they say that childbirth is the most natural thing for a woman to experience, but whoever first said that forgot to take their meds. Nothing about that shit was natural. It was terrifying. It was hard, excruciating, and easily the most traumatic thing I’ve ever been through.

If I didn’t have Noah standing by my side and holding my hand, I don’t think I would have been able to get through it. He was simply incredible. I know I sort of blocked him out and ignored everything he said through the whole process, but he was definitely appreciated.

He’s my man, and today, he gave me the world.

Times two.

Twins.

I still can’t believe it. They’re so damn beautiful.

It’s such a strange concept knowing that I cooked these babies in my guts. Just 36 weeks ago they were one egg that got invaded by my husband and split in half to create two, beautiful little boys.

I guess that’s the miracle of life.

I’m sure over the next few years I’m going to forget about the pain of pushing these sweet angels out and hell, maybe we’ll even consider having another. Maybe we’ll try for a girl, but not just yet.

I guess I really shouldn’t be complaining so much. Women go through this every day and they have it much worse than I did. I had a twelve hour labor when others suffer through days of that shit. My babies came out quickly and safely while others end up in emergency situations with devastating outcomes.

I was one of the lucky ones. I couldn’t bear the thought of something so terrible happening to my sweet angels. I don’t know how other women get through it. They must be so much stronger than I am.

Noah helps me to raise my bed into a sitting position and I cringe as it puts pressure on my lady bits. “What’s wrong?” he panics, looking at me as though he’s desperate to help, but I can’t deny the look in his eye that tells me how damn proud he is.

The second I gave birth to these babies, something changed within him. I wasn’t just the girl he met in senior year who wasn’t afraid to knock his ass back, I wasn’t the woman who stood before our friends and family and vowed to love him every day for the rest of our lives, I was the woman who he sees above all others, the one strong enough to bear his children and give him the world. He looks at me as though I’m some sort of mythical creature who has completely captured him.

Either that or he’s just stunned because he thinks I have some sort of magic pussy and trust me, he’d be wrong. What my pussy suffered through today was certainly not magical. One look in a handheld mirror told me it was more like a massacre.

My poor lady bits. I hope they bounce back.

I look up at Noah as he continues waiting for my response. “Nothing,” I tell him. “It’s just sore. Could you maybe get me some ice or…I don’t know, something to put down there to numb the pain?”

Noah grins and I shake my head cutting him off before he can give me some ridiculous joke about knowing exactly what I need to make it feel better.

Noah calls for the midwife who promptly comes in and gets us sorted before suggesting that it’s time to feed the babies.

I gawk up at her. How could I have forgotten about that already?

So much has been on my mind since the second they were born that I haven’t even considered that they could have hungry little tummies.

I whip my shirt off and pull a boob out as Noah grabs little Elijah and gets him comfortable on my lap. The midwife comes over and she explains what I have to do and after a few attempts, Elijah latches on and does his thing.

I look up at Noah and we instantly start laughing.

This is surreal. I mean, is there even anything in my boobs yet? They don’t feel like they’re full of milk, but either way, Elijah seems happy as he busily sucks on my nipple.

I guess these boys really are like their daddy.

I feed Elijah until he falls asleep and then switch to the other side with Ethan, feeling as though I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m sure that I’ll work it out over the next few days.

I’m lucky that I have Tully who’s just gone through it all with Lily and will be a massive help when I get lost. If anything, an extra set of hands when my world is becoming too exhausting.

With Ethan in a comfortable position and me feeling as though he’s latched on correctly, I lay back onto the propped up bed and get comfortable.

I’m just about to suggest to Noah to go and grab Tully and Rivers when there’s a light knock at the door. The door handle turns before either of us has a chance to say come in and before I know it, Tully’s head is peeking through the door.

A beaming smile cuts across my face as she pushes her way through with Rivers following behind. I want to jump up and down and scream and tell her how freaking happy I am, but I wouldn’t dare wake Elijah like that.

Tully comes straight for me as Rivers goes to Noah, making a point of not looking at me while my boobs are out on display.

I do my best to cover up so my brother doesn’t get uncomfortable staring at my tits, though I know he wouldn’t. I think he got over all that shit with Tully, he’s just putting on a show of being respectful. Me though, this whipping boobs out in public thing might be a little much for me, but today is different. Today I lost every ounce of dignity I had when I exposed myself to Dr. Bronson and every midwife in the room. I’m just glad I didn’t shit on the table. I’ve heard some horror stories leading up to this.

Tully throws her arms around me while staring down at my little Ethan. “Congratulations,” she says with tears in her eyes as Rivers gets a good look at Elijah and scoops him out of his bassinet like a pro. “Look at them. They’re beautiful.”

“I know,” I agree, still physically unable to tear my eyes away from them.

“After all this time, I still can’t believe there are two of them. How did you get so lucky?”

Noah chuckles softly as to not wake Elijah. “That would be my incredibly superior sperm,” he explains. “That bad boy bulldozed his way into that egg and split it wide open.”

“You’re disgusting,” Tully says, walking across the room to pull her twin brother into a massive hug. “You’re a father now. You’re supposed to stop being so gross. You know, start being a good role model and all of that.”

“Nope, no way,” Noah says, hugging her back. “Have you guys been here the whole time?”

“I suggested leaving,” Rivers grumbles, “but Tully insisted we wait just in case you needed us.”

I shake my head at my best friend. “If I had known, I would have told Noah to go and get you ages ago.”

“No, no. Don’t be silly. I know how important those first few hours of alone time together as a family are. Trust me, I still cherish mine and something tells me that you do too.”

“I really do,” I smile, thinking of those fond memories from just two hours ago where we all just laid on the bed together, finally a family for the first time. It was the happiest moment of my life. I’m even going to go ahead and say that it was better than my wedding day.

I let out a deep breath and give Tully a regretful smile. “I’m sorry I was such a bitch earlier,” I tell her, referring to the less than acceptable things I was saying during my labor. “I wasn’t exactly very nice.”

“No, you weren’t,” she agrees as Ethan finishes up on my boob and has Tully diving straight for him, as jealous as can be that Rivers got to hold one of the twins before she did. “But just for the record,” she tells me with a wicked grin as she sits on the end of my bed and wraps Ethan back up in his blanket, “seeing as though you’ve now pushed out two babies, I’m going to go ahead and crown you the new queen of loose vaginas.”

I pout out my bottom lip and try to pull my shirt back on without flashing any more than I already have. “I guess I kind of deserve that, huh?”

“You sure do,” she grins. “I can’t believe you said my loose flaps would tangle in my legs and trip me over.”

Noah chokes back a laugh. "You said what?”

“Shut up,” I groan. “It’s all Noah’s fault. If he was here on time, I wouldn’t have had to use you as target practice.”

“I know,” Tully says, resting her hand down on my leg and giving it a gentle squeeze before grinning wide. “Alright, now that’s out of the way, I want all the gruesome details. Did you shit on the table?” Her grin widens as she looks to her brother for confirmation. “She shit on the table, didn’t she?”

I roll my eyes as Noah dives into the story, but I end up taking over as he constantly stops, wanting to know what he can and cannot say, but he should know that I have no secrets when it comes to Tully, and by default because of her big mouth, Rivers too.

Rivers comes and sits down beside her and we talk and compare birth stories and as we do, I can’t help but look at the two, beautiful little boys in their arms.

Tully and Rivers are due to get married in three months and I couldn’t be happier. It’s going to be an incredible day, one that we’ve all been waiting years for. Not to mention, Lily is going to make the best flower girl that I’ve ever seen.

“So, nobody knows that you had twins yet?” Tully confirms, looking at me with an excited smirk.

“Nope,” I laugh. “Not unless anyone here has said anything. But to be honest, I’m a bit surprised. It’s not exactly like my belly was small.”

“True,” Tully says, thoughtfully. “But it’s not like it was massive either. It was like a happy medium. It looked bigger than one baby, but you were small for twins.”

“Exactly. I figured someone would at least have guessed by now.”

“Well, they probably would have had Noah not shown them the fake ultrasound pictures.”

I grin at my husband. He really does take shit like this to the next level. Noah grins right back from his spot on the recliner couch. “Mom is going to lose her fucking mind. I can’t wait! She just sent me a text; they’ll be here in a minute with Lily.”

Violet has been a great addition to my life since the second I met her over six years ago. She’s always been a kind and patient friend, but the second little Lily came along, she jumped straight into ‘World’s best Nanna’ mode. Her own kids were forgotten as her world now revolved around that little girl.

Now there are another two babies, and Noah is right, Violet is going to lose her mind.

Tully and Rivers were the only two to know our surprise, but that’s only because I have just as big a mouth as Tully does and I’m a terrible secret keeper. I kept quiet about the news for less than twenty-four hours before that bomb was dropped, and naturally, she couldn’t resist sharing it with Rivers.

So, this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for, you know, apart from the babies actually coming out.

Knowing they’ll be here shortly, we get ourselves ready for the best surprise that we’ll ever give. Rivers gets up and places Elijah in my arms and I take him greedily. It's only been an hour since I last held him, but fuck, I've been missing him while he laid on the other side of the room. Noah has to steal Ethan back from his twin sister and goes back to his position on the recliner and with that, we’re ready.

It’s not like we have a big plan or anything, I think just pushing out two babies was the plan, but either way, it’s going to be huge.

Not three minutes later, there’s a gentle knock on the door and Tully flies up off the bed to answer it as Rivers pulls out his phone to record the moment, knowing all us girls are going to want to see this over and over again.

Tully pulls the door open and in her desperation to see what’s going on inside this room, Violet leans into the open slither to peek in, unable to wait just a few moments for the door to open the whole way.

Violet’s eyes instantly fall on me and the second she looks down into my arms, her whole expression melts. She’s hardly even looked at him and she’s already in love. She barges her way past Tully with Eddison coming in behind her. He has Lily in his arms and the moment Lily sees her mom, she dives for her.

Violet sighs as she comes closer. “Oh my,” she says, welling up. “Isn’t he just beautiful?”

I can’t help but smile. She’s not wrong.

She’s just about at the side of the bed when Noah’s deep voice rumbles across the room. “Hey, mom.”

Violet hardly spares him a glance, but as she reluctantly looks up from Elijah, she has to do a double take. Her brows furrow as she looks between my twin sons and when her eyes come back to mine for confirmation, it’s just about all she can handle.

A violent sob rips out of her and she falls to her knees as Noah calls out. “Surprise!” Tully and Rivers laugh while I beam with pride.

Eddison is the first to make a move and walks around to his son to congratulate him while Rivers takes pity on Violet and helps her up, despite her endless joyful sobbing. She comes around to me and gives me a warm hug before looking down at Elijah.

There’s absolutely no doubt about it; she’s in awe.

We go through all the congratulatory things and discuss birthing before she gives me a hard time for keeping such a huge secret. She admits that it’s the kind of dickish move that Noah would do and that she never would have expected anything like this from me, though she’s damn thrilled about it.

It doesn’t take long before Violet is scooping Elijah out of my hands and taking him to stand beside Eddison who holds Ethan so they can look at them together. I’d bet anything that the day Noah and Tully were born is currently flashing through both of their minds.

Just as I knew they would, they fall head over heels in love with my children and then it’s not long before the same surprise is being shown to Dad, Aria, and his wife Jackie. Gina and her new boyfriend, Randall, show up and are equally as shocked and before we know it, it’s a party.

To be honest, I’m surprised Rivers even allowed Randall through the door. He’s only been dating Gina for a few months and while he’s certainly earned my stamp of approval, Rivers is a different breed. It’s going to take a shitload of trust for Rivers to allow him in, but just for today, he’s willing to look past his own insecurities and allow us all this moment.

When we get too loud, the hospital staff rightfully tell everyone to get the hell out, and then it’s just the four of us once again.

As happy as pigs in mud.

Chapter 5

Noah

Henley and I walk through the door of our home, each with a baby safely in our arms and to be honest, out of all of the moments we’ve had of the four of us together, this has got to be my favorite.

Bringing my children home so we can truly start our lives as a family is the best feeling in the world.

Who would have known that it was possible to love someone so strongly and so protectively that I only just met? Without a doubt, I would lay down my life for these boys, right along with their mommy.

I close the door behind Henley and with the boys both asleep, we walk them straight down to their bedroom and tuck them in. Henley stands by their bassinets just staring at them as I switch on the baby monitor.

“Come on, Spitfire. Let them sleep.”

“Just another minute,” she whispers. “They look so small in there. Do you think they’ll be alright?”

“They’ll be perfectly fine. The monitor is on and we’ll leave the door open so we can check on them every time we walk by.”

Henley silently nods before allowing me to finally pull her away. “How are you feeling?” I ask, knowing she must be incredibly exhausted and sore. After all, just having one baby is exhausting, but two? Fuck, I don’t think Henley and I have slept for the past four days.

“My boobs have never been so sore,” she tells me, pulling out her top and looking down at her tits which have been making my dick hard every time I glance her way. I mean, I fucking love her body, but since she started breastfeeding, her tits have doubled in size and fuck…it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Is there anything I can do?” I ask, feeling pathetic for not being able to do more.

It’s always Henley who has to get up and feed in the middle of the night and it’s hard because everything is doubled. As soon as she finishes with one, the other wakes and is screaming for milk.

I just wish there was more I could do to help.

Henley shakes her head. “No, I was going to express some milk while they’re asleep and see if that will help. They’re just so full all the time, not to mention the fact that I feel like a cow.”

“You may feel like a cow, but you look like a fucking goddess,” I tell her, dropping down onto the couch as she rummages through all the baby things we haven’t got around to putting away yet. “So, I was thinking,” I continue, “I know you’re doing a great job and all, but if you wanted, maybe you could express some milk to leave in the fridge for tonight, that way I can get up in the night and feed the boys so you can get a good night’s sleep.”

Henley shakes her head, but awe shines brightly through her eyes. "You don’t need to do that.”

“But I do and I want to.”

“Are you sure?” she questions with longing in her eyes. She’s been so tired that the idea of a full night’s sleep is probably at the very top of her wish list.

“I’m sure, babe. Besides, I’m kind of jealous that you’re the only one who gets to feed them. It’s like you get this special little bonding thing that you get to do and when I hold them, all they ever want to do is sleep.”

Henley beams at me as though I’m her knight in shining armor. “You’ve got yourself a deal,” she says, turning back towards the crap on the dining table. She starts shuffling through all the stuff before producing a big box and bringing it over to me.

She sits down on the couch beside me as we both stare at the box. "What the hell is that?” I grumble in curiosity.

Henley stares at it as though it’s some sort of torture device. “It’s the breast pump,” she says, opening the box and pulling out the pieces. “It’s supposed to suck the milk out of my tits and then I think it goes straight into the bottle.”

Her brows crease as she looks it over and I grab the instructions and start opening it up, but the more I look, the more terrifying it becomes. I mean, there’s fucking diagrams and everything.

We get it set up and Henley looks at the machine with fear, but the way she’s been non-stop rubbing her sore breasts tells me that she probably needs this more than either of us know.

She whips her shirt off and unclips her maternity bra as I plug the torture device into the power outlet. She picks up the pump with a laugh before placing it over her hand. “Turn it on,” she says.

I hit the button and we both watch with wide eyes as the pump gently sucks on her skin before releasing it and repeating the process over and over again. “It doesn’t look that bad,” I tell her.

Henley shrugs her shoulders before pulling it away from her hand. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

With that, she pulls her plump tit out and milk instantly starts leaking from her nipple as I watch on in horror. There must be more milk in those things than I’d realized. No wonder she keeps saying that she’s sore.

Henley places the pump over her tit and cringes as she looks at me. “Okay,” she says. “I’m ready.”

“You don’t look ready.”

“Just do it. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can both have a nap.”

Fuck, that sounds good.

I hit the button and Henley’s nipple is instantly sucked into the machine. She gasps out at the foreign feel as we both stare in wonder. The machine releases it before going again. Soon enough, we hear the slight trickle of her milk dripping down into the bottom of the attached bottle.

“Holy shit,” I laugh. “It works.”

“Okay,” Henley says, shaking her head. “Now I really feel like a cow.”

I can’t resist leaning in and pressing my lips to hers. “You’re not a fucking cow. You’re the best goddamn mother these babies could ever have and you’re doing an incredible job.”

“You really think so?” she murmurs against my lips.

“Yeah, Spitfire. I do.”

Henley lets out the softest sigh of relief before her lips begin moving against mine and she melts into me. My arm snakes around her waist and I pull her back into the couch.

This is the fucking dream right here. How is it possible that I became the luckiest bastard in the whole fucking world?

Henley’s head falls to my shoulder and my fingers draw circles over her skin as she concentrates on filling the little bottle. When one side is done, she holds the bottle up proudly before capping it and placing it down on the coffee table and getting started on the other side.

I can’t believe how easy and natural Henley is finding all of this. She’s able to soothe the twins with the slightest touch, doesn’t bat an eyelash at having to change shitty diapers, she’s strong and confident when holding, bathing, and dressing them. She’s fucking super mom.

Me? I struggle with the basics. Henley’s had to teach me what to do. It was not that long ago that Lily was that small, but I held her for the shortest little while before always handing her back because I was terrified of breaking her, but these are my sons and I want to be as hands on as I can be.

I want to be the best goddamn father this country has ever seen. I want my babies to know that their daddy loves them with every piece of his heart. I want to be their world. But most of all, I want us to be the happiest, joyful family that we can be. I want to give Henley and my boys the absolute best life they deserve.

Something warm splashes down onto my leg and I look down to find Henley has fallen asleep and her milk is spilling everywhere.

I catch the pump and turn it off before placing it down on the coffee table. There’s enough milk in each bottle that I can feed both the boys, so with that sorted, I clip Henley’s maternity bra and pull it back into place before scooping her up off the couch and walking down the hallway.

She snuggles into my arms and it almost kills me that I’m going to have to put her down.

I walk into our bedroom and tuck her into bed. She’s been missing our bed. Every night in the hospital she would tell me just how much she hated that damn bed so I don’t doubt that she’s about to have the best sleep of her life.

Henley curls into her pillow and her arms instantly snake under it. I didn’t realize I was capable of being jealous of a pillow, but here we are.

Wanting to give her some peace and quiet, I sneak out of our room, but keep the door open, knowing she would murder me if she woke to find the door closed and she wasn’t able to hear her babies when they needed her.

Knowing she’ll be out for a while, I clean up the spilled milk and put the two full bottles in the fridge, feeling proud as fuck that my girl is able to provide for our babies like that.

I wash up the breast pump and sterilize it just like the instructions tell me to before putting on a load of washing and making sure every last thing around the house is done. It’s the least I can do for Henley after the hell her body has been through over the past few days.

I’d hate to find her getting up and exhausting herself with stupid shit like laundry and cooking. Seeing as though I can’t shove a tit in the babies’ mouths, I may as well make myself good for something.

Just as all of the chores around the house are done, I go to take a seat on my couch, hoping for even a few minutes of rest, but the boys have a different idea.

Their little cries come streaming up the hallway and I hurry down to them, not wanting to wake Henley.

I scoop up Elijah and get him comfortable before walking over to Ethan, who looks pissed that his brother just woke him up. I manage to scoop him up too and feel like a fucking king having them both in my arms.

I make my way out to the living room and put them down on their special playmat with my heart just moments from exploding right out of my chest.

Ethan sucks on his hands while Elijah farts like a fucking grown ass man and I laugh to myself as I hurry into the kitchen and warm their bottles. These two boys are going to be hard fucking work, but Henley and I have got this.

We can handle it just like we’ve handled everything else that’s ever come our way; like a fucking King and Queen.

I get the boys' bottles and make sure to find a spew rag for both of them in case of any spills. After all, that’s how Henley’s been doing it over the past few days and well, she’s the boss when it comes to this.

I scoot Elijah over and sit down between them before placing the bottles in both of their mouths and watching as they each take it with ease. I smile down at my hungry boys as Ethan latches onto my pinky.

“I love you both so goddamn much,” I whisper. “Every single day your mommy and I will protect you, we’ll love and cherish you both. You’ll never have to go without, and we will try our damn hardest to ensure you never have to know fear, hurt, or pain. We’re going to work our asses off to make sure you have everything you could possibly need, but most of all,” I add, running my thumb over both of their little fingers, “we’re going to raise you so that one day, you can both know and understand what it feels like to love your child unconditionally because I tell you, this is the best thing I’ve ever known, and doing it beside a woman like your mommy is going to be the ride of a lifetime.”

Chapter 6

Henley

I finish putting the final touches on Ethan’s outfit and look at the two of them in awe. They look absolutely gorgeous for their daddy’s birthday lunch. They’re so freaking handsome, just like my husband.

It’s been a bit of a wild ride getting them ready this morning. It’s our first real outing and it’s honestly making me kind of nervous. I shouldn’t be though. We’re only going to Tully’s place for a huge family lunch, but I can’t stop the feeling that I might forget something.

We’ve packed enough diapers to last us a lifetime, we have baby wipes coming out of our ears, spare clothes for when they destroy their outfits, blankets, spare bottles despite me coming along with my bulging tits that don’t seem to fit in any of my clothes. I even packed the biggest first aid kit imaginable, you know, just to be on top of my game.

Some might say that I’m being just a little overcautious, but I see it more of being prepared for anything, and by anything, I mean the apocalypse.

I scoop the boys up into my arms and walk down to the living room.

Holding them in this way the first time was terrifying, but I've quickly learned how to hold them both with confidence. I'm not afraid of dropping them while walking around the house anymore.

I put them down on their playmat despite the fact that they’re not yet capable of playing, but they do enjoy watching their mommy and daddy making fools of themselves as they try to work this whole parenting thing out.

My brows furrow as I look over at Noah. “What the hell are you doing?” I laugh as he struggles with the double stroller.

Noah grabs the handle of the stroller and pushes down before losing his shit and letting out a frustrated groan. “I’ve been trying to put this fucker down for half an hour and I can’t work it out.”

I choke back a laugh as I watch him get on his hands and knees and flip the stroller over before searching for a button or a lever or any tiny little clue as to how the hell it works.

I puff out my chest as though I’m the king of this fucking castle and stride over to my court jester husband to show him how the professionals do it, only on closer inspection, it’s a lot harder than it looks. I mean, how the hell did Tully figure this shit out? Though, to be fair; Tully’s stroller is one of those normal ones fit for a single baby, this contraption before me looks more like a torture device created to fuck with the minds of sleep-deprived parents.

It gets to the point where I have to Google the stroller and we both sit back and stare at it in wonder when we realize it’s as easy as lifting a lever and pressing down on the handles. It simply folds itself up and we laugh at what a waste of time that was.

Noah grabs my diaper bag and lifts the stroller before heading to the door so he can start packing the car. I rush ahead of him to get the door when an almighty fart comes tearing out of one of the boys. Noah and I spin around in silent shock, well I’m in shock, I think Noah is a little more on the proud daddy train.

We stare at them. “Which one was it?” Noah whispers as I begin to fear for what else could have come out of that tiny little baby ass.

I shake my head in horror. “I’ve got no freaking clue.”

“Go check,” he says in fear.

“Nope. No way,” I breathe, slowly backing out of the open doorway, only to be stopped by my husband with a firm grip on my ass.

He looks across at me. “It was just a fart, right?”

I shake my head again knowing damn well that Elijah hasn’t shit since last night and I’ve been waiting for it to happen all morning, but Noah doesn’t need to know that. “Definitely just a fart.”

“Alright, fine,” Noah says, putting the stroller down and handing me the diaper bag. “I’ll check, but then we need to get going, otherwise Tully’s going to start the party without us.”

I smile wide. “You know I love you, right?”

Noah rolls his eyes as he starts creeping towards the babies, though the way he seems to hold back tells me that he can certainly smell that it was more than just a fart. I find myself creeping in beside him, as curious as ever to see the damage.

We look down at the boys and we’re instantly relieved. Maybe it was just a fart after all; a stinky one though. Noah crouches down and instantly goes for Elijah and I realize that he must have realized that it’s him I’ve been waiting on. Maybe my husband is a little more clued in than I thought.

There’s absolutely no sign of shit leaking from the sides of his diaper. Elijah looks just as handsome as the day he was born. So, with that sorted, Noah scoops him up into his arms and hands him up to me to save me having to get all the way down there myself.

I grin down at my little boy as Noah grabs Ethan and we work on getting out of here. Only as Noah straightens himself out, wrapping his arms securely around Ethan to keep him safe, the realizations hits.

It wasn’t Elijah at all.

Baby shit soaks through the back of Ethan’s shirt and out the sides of his diaper with shit literally running out the bottom of his shorts and down his legs.

Noah’s eyes widen in horror as he’s able to feel the warm and gooey wetness on the back of his arm. “No,” he begs, looking at me wide-eyed, hoping that what he’s feeling isn’t true, but as he looks down at the playmat and sees the evidence for himself, his whole world comes crumbling down.

I hold back a grin. I never thought I’d see the day where my strong as fuck, inked husband would be taken down by a bout of baby shit. Noah has always been larger than life in my eyes and he still very much is. I’ve never seen him scared, but in this particular moment, he’s absolutely terrified.

“So…” I say slowly, taking a few discreet steps back with Elijah, “We’re just going to go.”

“Don’t you dare take another step, Spitfire,” Noah warns as the grin finally rips across my face. He somehow manages to get Ethan in his other arm while avoiding his poo explosion. “What do I do?”

“Well, I’m just going to put it out there that there’s no way on this green earth that you’re going to get anywhere close to me until you’ve had a shower. In fact, I think you should both have a shower while I pick out everyone's new outfits and clean up this mess,” I say, pointedly looking down at the shitty playmat.

“Everyone?” he questions through narrowed eyes as he puts Ethan back down on the safe side of the playmat and starts undressing him.

“Well…yeah. The boys need to match.”

Noah rolls his eyes. “I should have known.”

Ten minutes later, Noah and Ethan are in the shower and I find myself constantly barking out sharp laughs at Noah’s commentary. I haven’t had the pleasure of showering with either of the boys yet, but from what I can hear, it seems that it can be a little slippery.

I get Elijah dressed in his new outfit before setting him up on a new playmat and grabbing a towel. I head into the bathroom and do my best to tackle my clean little man out of my husband’s arms and fifteen minutes later, we’re all in the car ready to go.

We get to Tully and Rivers' place and I can’t help but smile up at their home. They’ve been living here for nearly a year now, but every time I see it, absolute joy tears through me. I’m still so happy for them that they’ve been able to figure it out. It was rough for a while and I thought that Tully was never going to find her happiness, but then Rivers came back and healed her heart before filling it with all the right kinds of love.

We make our way down the driveway and a blast from my past stares back at me. Rivers’ Firebird. Only, it no longer looks like the crumpled metal mess that it was the last time I saw it. In fact, it looks brand freaking new.

“Holy shit,” Noah laughs, looking it over as he walks past. “The fucker did it. He actually finished it.”

“How do you know that he finished it?” I ponder, looking through the windows to check out the interior.

“Because Rivers is just as proud as I am and there’s no way he’d have it out here, on display for the world to see, if there was still work to be done.”

“Good point,” I say with a slow smile spreading across my face as the pride in my brother grows. I mean, he’s only been talking about fixing this thing up for five years. I guess it was about time he got around to it.

“No,” Noah says, shaking his head. “Don’t be so happy about it. I bet him five hundred bucks that he wouldn’t do it and now I’m going to have to pay up.”

Laughter tears through me at the thought of the boys making such a ridiculous bet. "Don’t stress. I’m sure he’ll let it slide.”

“Bullshit. You’re screwed up in the head if you think Rivers is going to let it slide. He’ll hold it over my head every single day until I pay up. He’ll tell me it’s his way of keeping me an honest man. Besides, I’d dare say the thought of taking my money is what motivated him to finish it in the first place.”

I shake my head at my moronic husband and calculating brother. “Yeah, I think you’re right. You’ve got no chance.”

We let ourselves through the door to find a room full of people. Tully and Rivers are busy rushing around being the perfect hosts. Well actually, that’s not exactly accurate. Tully is being a terrible host and Rivers is picking up the slack yet somehow does it in a way that makes Tully look like she’s doing all the work. He’s such a good boy. It’s incredible to see how far he’s come since our high school days. I’m so proud of him.

Tully squeals out in excitement as she notices us struggling through the door with our big ass stroller and within the blink of an eye, both my babies are gone.

Violet holds Elijah before wrapping me in her other arm and checking in that I’m doing okay, but really, I’m just as perfectly fine as I was when she asked me yesterday and the day before that. Satisfied with my answer, she moves onto Noah and pulls him into a warm hug. “Happy birthday,” she tells him, looking up into his eyes with pride.

“Thanks, mom,” he murmurs, but truth be told, I don’t think she notices as her attention falls back to the sleeping baby in her arms and before I can even blink, she’s disappeared with him, never to be seen again.

Tully does the same with Ethan, not bothering to stop for a birthday hug, obviously having her priorities in place. So with that, Noah and I welcome ourselves in knowing that no matter how badly we may want to, we won’t have to lift a finger all day where our babies are concerned.

I find Aiden and Barker bickering at the table over who the hell knows what, but when their eyes fall on my twins, all conversation ceases and they make their way over. They’ve met them once over the past week and they fell just as hard for them as the rest of us have.

I find Eddison standing between Gina and her new boyfriend, Randall, and laugh as Noah finds Rivers. Together they stare down Randall as though just his very presence is offensive to them and I roll my eyes. It’ll be a while before they can relax enough to see that Randall is an awesome guy, perfectly suited for Gina.

With everyone occupied and happy, I find my dad and his wife, Jackie, before walking over and falling into dad's welcoming arms. Aria is chatting endlessly about some boy at school that is too cute for his own good, which totally explains the grimace on dad's face right now.

A few moments later, Jared shows up with his little brother, Byron, and I have to laugh at the way Byron beelines for Aria. Since becoming step-siblings they have that strange 'want to be best friends, but you're the opposite sex so it's kind of gross' thing going on. It's absolutely heart-warming to watch.

Before the door can even close behind the boys, Spencer shows his handsome face with Lacey standing happily beside him. Everyone comes in and I smile as all of the people I love stand in this very room before me. What could possibly be better than this?

I make my way over to Spencer and Lacey as they move to stand with Rivers and Noah. The five of us stand in a circle as Rivers draws Lacey in for a warm hug. “How’d your appointment go?”

Lacey rolls her eyes. “Fine,” she says with a groan before giving Rivers a warm smile. “I’m still clear of any sign of leukemia, just as I was last year, and the year before that, and the year before that. You know, one of these days, you’re going to have to stop worrying about me.”

“That’s not possible,” he tells her as Tully walks up behind with my little Ethan.

Spencer points her out instantly and draws her into his arms. “Hey,” he murmurs fondly as she hugs him back. “How are you doing?”

Tully glances across at Rivers with adoration shining brightly in her eyes. “Better than I could have ever imagined.”

“Good,” he tells her, looking at Lacey in a similar way, reminding me for the millionth time that everything turned out exactly as it was meant to. “Where’s Lily?”

“Fast asleep,” she explains. “She had a rough night. She’s just started teething and it’s been a little uncomfortable for her.”

“That sucks,” Spencer says before looking down at the sleeping baby in her arms in awe. “I’m proud of you, Tully,” he tells her. “You had it rough for a while and I’m sorry I couldn’t make it better for you.”

“You were perfect, Spence. You held me together and I’ve never been so grateful for that.”

They smile fondly at each other before Eddison announces that lunch is ready and everyone starts finding their seats.

Conversation flows from one end of the massive table to the other and back up again with everyone wanting to speak over one another. I’ve never been at a table so damn loud before. I’m surprised Elijah and Ethan are sleeping through it, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s a perfect day for Tully and Noah on their birthday.

Violet asks Tully about the wedding plans and she instantly gushes, “My dress arrived on Wednesday,” she says with stars in her eyes, making Rivers' head whip in her direction.

I went with her on Wednesday afternoon to her fitting while Noah stayed home with the boys and it was honestly the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. It fit her like a glove and I was instantly jealous as I had about twelve fittings before my dress would fit perfectly. At one point, I was nervous that it wasn’t going to be finished before the wedding, but my seamstress pulled it together and made it happen.

Tully tells Lacey all about it while talking in girl code to ensure Rivers doesn’t understand what the hell she’s trying to say, and honestly, it works like a treat. I’ve never seen Rivers look so lost in my life.

The girls get overly excited that Tully and Lacey throw themselves out of their seats and hurry down the hallway with Aria rushing behind. I don’t doubt that Tully is about to show off her dress and I roll my eyes. So much for the whole surprise thing, but then there’s absolutely no comparison at seeing the dress on a hanger to seeing her as a beautiful, blushing bride.

I absolutely cannot wait. It’s going to be an incredible day.

With the girls gone, Eddison steals Rivers' attention and they start talking jobs. Rivers loves being in the military and with his particular skill set, the military have asked if he’d be interested in taking on a short term teaching role, but at this stage, he doesn’t know if he’ll accept it as it would mean brief times away from his family.

But truth be told, we all know that eventually, he will. The training facility isn't too far away from here. He could go and do his job, come home for a month or two and then repeat when the new students come through. It would honestly be perfect for them as Tully and Lily could go too.

As Rivers chats about his options, Noah looks to Spencer. “So,” he says. “Looks like you’re next.”

My attention swivels around to Spencer to find him holding back a grin. “What?” I question, narrowing my eyes on him as a smile rips across my face. “Please tell me that you’re about to say what I think you’re about to say.”

Spencer’s gaze flicks toward the hallway before looking back at me and Noah while the rest of the table falls into silence, wanting to hear his response. Spencer cringes before the excitement takes over and he gives in. “Yeah, alright,” he says, digging in his pocket and producing a little black box that gets handed across the table to me. “I guess you’ll find out sooner or later, but I’ve been planning on proposing for a while.”

I bite down on my lip to keep myself from squealing as Noah booms out a laugh and stands. He leans across the table to slap a hand on Spencer’s back as I tear into the little black box with Violet looking over my shoulder.

The ring is beautiful and to be honest, I was kind of expecting to see the same old ring that he’d proposed to Tully with a million times, but it’s not. Spencer pulled his socks up and did the right thing, getting Lacey a brand new one.

I grin at Spencer from across the table as the boys discreetly congratulate him. He’s been with Lacey for a year and a half and their relationship has blossomed into something incredible. I was hoping that they were heading down this path and I'm elated to see that he's finally made this decision.

There’s no doubt in my mind that Lacey will accept his proposal and that knowledge has me wanting to throw myself up on the table and start dancing. Spencer is finally getting the love he deserves and nothing in this world could make me happier.

How did this day become so extremely incredible?

I hear Tully, Lacey, and Aria in the hallway and everyone scrambles for their seats as I practically throw the ring across the table at Spencer.

He collects it and buries it in his pocket just as the girls appear around the corner. They take their seats while everyone continues on as though nothing had happened.

Minutes turn to hours and the sun begins to set on Noah and Tully’s birthday before we even realize what’s happening. Noah and I get our babies home and found ourselves standing in their bedroom, watching as they settle into their nightly routine. Noah’s hand slips around my waist and I lean into his side as his lips press down on my temple. “I love you, Spitfire,” he murmurs.

My eyes close at the satisfaction of his words and lips on my skin. “I love you too,” I tell him as a thought occurs. “Did I remember to tell you Happy birthday?” I ask, looking up into the eyes that have completely captured my heart and soul.

“Nope,” he grins. “But I didn’t want to be the ass who points that shit out.”

I press my lips together to keep me from laughing as I drag Noah away from the boys’ bedroom. “I’m sorry,” I tell him, as we head to bed. “I’m such a bad wifey.”

“That you are,” he grins, pulling off his shirt and putting that magnificent body on display, making me drool. “What are you going to do about it?”

My eyes light up in excitement. It’s still going to be weeks before we can have sex, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t make it up to him in other ways and besides, being pregnant with twins didn’t exactly make me feel like the sexiest woman on earth and now that is over, I’ve got some lost time to make up for.

I walk towards my husband as my eyes drop to his body, taking him in as though seeing him for the very first time. His hands fall to my waist, but I don’t have time for that shit as I push him down to the bed.

Noah’s eyes become hooded as he watches me with a raised brow. He puts his hands behind his head as though he doesn’t have a care in the world, and with that, I drop to my knees and show my husband that he’s so much more than the father of my babies; he’s my king.

Always has been.

Always will be.

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Sheridan Anne is a wife to a smart-ass husband, Mumma to two beautiful girls, twin sister, daughter, and friend who lives in beautiful Australia. Sheridan writes both romance and young adult fantasy books on a variety of topics and can be found on most days with her family or writing during naptime. To find out more or to simply say ‘hello’, connect with her on Facebook or Instagram -

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