Taking The Fall(the Complete Series)(87)

I look at the door and look back at Saint. I see the smug grin creep across his face, and I give in. Fuck it. This might be the most perfect wedding day ever.





Approximately five years later...

“This is the last time, Saint. I swear to God, if you don’t get those nuts cut, I’m going to get a butter knife and do it myself.”

“Oh, now, Mama, don’t be like that. You know you’d be just as sad hurting my cock as I would.”

That motherfucker has the guts to smile at me. Obviously they medicated him instead of me.

“I don’t know a single man on the planet who wants to have a house full of women. Just wait until this one is old enough to start in with Erin and Sam.”

“This one isn’t a girl, Mama. I keep telling you, I planted a boy this time. Why don’t you believe me?”

“Just because you had a talk with your dick before we fucked like animals that night does not mean I’m having a boy! This is going to be another girl and Lays is going to send over more pink fluffy shit. I swear, it’s like she doesn’t even see that the girls would rather play in dirt than make-up.” I feel the contraction easing up and I laugh a little at the thought. “Maybe she should just start sending over dirt in pretty compacts so she feels like they at least enjoy her presents.”

Another contraction hits me hard and fast. I know something isn’t right. I feel the baby turn and I’m suddenly in excruciating pain. I scream out and Saint stands over me in a panic. “Oh, God, Michael, get the doctor, something's wrong. I feel wetness between my legs, and I don’t know if my water has broken or if it’s something worse.

I don’t remember much other than the pain. The next thing I know the doctor is in the room and barking at the nurses. More nurses pile in and then I see Carter. I fade in and out as I see Carter holding Saint back. Why is Saint crying? What’s happening?

Then I’m out.





“If you don’t wake up and put your boob in this this baby’s mouth, I’m going to do it myself.”

I wake up feeling foggy and I see Lays beside my hospital bed, holding a newborn baby wrapped in blue.

“Layla?” I say groggily, and look around for Saint.

“He just went down the hall to get me some water. Chillax, girl. I had Carter wheel me in so I could hold your baby. Carter has the twins back in my room across the hall. He’s adorable, by the way. Who would have thought our kids would share a birthday? Thank God for emergency c-sections, am I right?”

“A boy?” I ask, and push the button on the bed to sit up.

Layla leans over and places my son in my arms. Just as the tears of joy start to fall, Saint walks in the door. He hands Layla her water and comes to my side.

“I already called and had them schedule my vasectomy. No way can I go through that shit again, Mama.” he says, and kisses me all over my face.

When he pulls back he looks down at our baby boy and then back at me, with the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. He was right and he knows it, but damn him if I’ll ever give him the satisfaction of knowing it.

“We didn’t have a boy’s name picked out.” I say, while touching our son’s sweet face.

“I’ve always liked Anthony, you know, like the saint.”

“Perfect.”

I lean up and kiss my husband, my love, my world. Now I’ve got two saints to watch over me.



Approximately eight years later…

“You gonna go over and take care of that situation or not?”

“Chill, Carter. Just watch.”

Carter and I have all the kids on our own today. We decided to take them to the park and just let them run wild while our wives have the day to themselves.

Our eldest daughter, Erin, had been playing on the swings for a few minutes before another kid tried to push her off. I want to see how this situation plays out before I step in. If I know my girl the way I think I do, this won’t take long.

I see the kid go over three times and try to push her off the swing. Each time, Erin stops and calmly asks him to wait his turn. The fourth time the kid tries to knock her off, I see the switch flip. My mini-mama comes to life. Erin stops the swing, gets off, and walks up to the kid.

“Oh, shit,” I say, and then it happens. Erin pulls back and lays a punch right on the kid’s mouth. He didn’t even see it coming.

“Looks like you get to go have a kid-parent conference,” Carter says, motioning to the crying kid as he runs to his mom.

I sigh and shake my head. “Not the first time and I have a suspicious feeling it won’t be the last.”



Some time later...

“Mama, if you don’t get your pretty ass in this house and change out of that skirt, I am going to lose my shit.”