A Very Special Delivery. Brenda Harlen

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      Chapter Three

      Luke stared in awe at the wet, wrinkled infant that was somehow the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. And when the baby looked at him with big blue eyes wide with innocence and wonder, he fell just a little bit in love with the little guy.

      He wiped the baby’s face carefully with a clean, soft towel to ensure that his nose and mouth were clear of fluid. Then he wrapped him, still attached by the cord, in a blanket and laid him on his mother’s chest.

      “And there he is,” he told her.

      Julie blinked, as if startled by this statement. “He?”

      “You have a beautiful, healthy baby boy,” he confirmed. “Born at 4:58 pm on November first.”

      “A boy,” she echoed softly, her lips curving just a little. “My baby boy.”

      Tears filled her eyes, then spilled onto her cheeks. She wiped at them impatiently with the back of her hand.

      “I’m sorry. I’m not usually so emotional.”

      “It’s been an emotional day,” Luke said, feeling a little choked up himself.

      It took her a few minutes to get her tears under control before she spoke again, and when she did, she surprised him by saying, “I thought he’d be a girl. I wanted a girl.” After a moment she continued. “I don’t even feel guilty admitting it now. Because looking down at him, I know that I couldn’t possibly love him any more if he had been a she. All that matters is that he’s mine.”

      “Why did you want a girl?” he asked curiously.

      “I guess I thought it would be easier to raise a girl, since I was once one myself. I don’t know anything about little boys. Or big boys.” She glanced up at him and offered a wry smile. “And personal experience has proven that I don’t understand the male gender at all.”

      “Are you disappointed that he’s a he?”

      She shook her head. “No. I’m not disappointed at all. He’s...perfect.”

      “That he is.”

      “I never expected to feel so much. I look at him, and my heart practically overflows with love.” But she managed to lift her gaze from the baby to look at Luke now. “Thank you, Dr. Garrett.”

      He didn’t know how to respond to her gratitude, especially when he felt as if he should be thanking her. Because in his entire life, he had honestly never experienced anything more incredible than helping to bring Julie’s beautiful baby boy into the world.

      What he’d told her earlier was true—the hard part was all hers. And he couldn’t help but be awed by the strength and determination and courage she’d shown in face of the challenge. He felt honored and privileged to have been a part of the experience, to have been the very first person to hold the brand-new life in his hands.

      By the time he’d cut the cord and delivered the placenta, Julie had put the baby to her breast and was already nursing. And Luke finally let himself exhale a silent sigh of relief.

      He tidied up, gathering the used sheets and towels, then left mother and child alone while he stepped away to call Yolanda to let her know that an ambulance was no longer a priority. She offered hearty congratulations and a smug “I knew you could handle one little baby” then signed off to deal with other matters.

      After putting a load of laundry in the washing machine, Luke fed Einstein, then realized that his stomach was growling, too. And if he was hungry, he imagined that Julie was even more so. He put some soup on the stove to heat, then peeked into the family room again.

      “How are you feeling now?”

      “Exhausted,” she admitted. “And ecstatic. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for everything you’ve done.”

      “I’m just glad I was here to help.”

      She smiled at that. “And if an ambulance could have got through the storm, you would have shipped me off to the hospital in a heartbeat.”

      “Absolutely,” he agreed without hesitation.

      “Since I am still here, there is something I wanted to ask you.”

      “Sure.”

      “What do you think of the name Caden?” She looked at him expectantly, trying to gauge his reaction.

      “What does it mean?” he asked.

      “Fighter or battle.”

      He nodded. “I like it.”

      She smiled down at the baby before lifting her eyes to meet his again. “Then let me formally introduce you to Caden Lukas Marlowe.”

      She saw surprise flicker in his eyes, then pleasure. He offered his finger to the baby, and Caden wrapped his tiny fist around it, holding on tight. “That’s a lot of name for such a little guy,” he noted.

      “You don’t mind the ‘Lukas’ part?”

      “Why would I mind?”

      She shrugged. “I wanted him to have a small part of the man who helped bring him into the world. I know we probably won’t ever see you again after we leave Pinehurst, but I don’t want to forget—and I don’t want Caden to forget—everything you’ve done.”

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