Chapter Thirty-Nine

Trinity

I don’t recall drifting off to sleep.

The last memory I have is of being nestled in my husband’s arms, gazing at our beautiful newborns.

As I come to, I see Stephen, sound asleep in the armchair next to my bed, our babies resting peacefully in a crib beside him.

I tiptoe over and can’t resist snapping a picture of our adorable little ones.

I’m just marveling at their perfection, getting all choked up.

My hormones are still all over the place, and before I know it, I’m crying. I didn’t realize Stephen had woken up until I felt his hand on my hip.

“Momma, are you okay?”

“Hey, daddy. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I manage to say through my sobs.

He tries to pull me closer, and I walk over as he extends his other hand to me. I take it and gently settle into his lap.

He holds me tenderly, mindful of my fragility. His face is etched with concern as he wipes away my tears.

“What’s wrong, my love? Talk to me.”

“Nothing, sweetheart. I’m just so happy right now, my emotions are a bit out of control.”

“That’s perfectly understandable, baby. You must be worn out.”

I give him a soft smile. “A little.”

He plants a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Can you believe they’re ours?” He gestures towards our sleeping babies in the crib. “They’re perfect, aren’t they?”

“Yes. I can’t believe we made those.”

“You mean you did, right? I just had the fun part at the beginning.”

I chuckle at that, resting my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me tighter.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love you right now. But just so you know, we definitely need to make more of them. I don’t care what you say. If we can make something that perfect, it would be a crime to stop now.”

I laugh at him as I pinch his nipple, the closest thing within my reach.

“Ow!” Stephen laughs. “What was that for?”

“Baby, I’m going to be brutally honest with you right now. I’m still walking like John Wayne and probably will forever, and that shower they gave me after birth looked like a scene from Carrie.”

“I still haven’t washed away my sins, okay?” I narrow my eyes at him.

Stephen bursts out laughing as if I was just joking.

“I’m sorry, did I look like I was joking? I had to mentally prepare myself just before going to the toilet because I felt a panic coming on.”

“I had to sit there reminding myself I was not pushing out another baby and my bum was not falling out or maybe it was since I’m probably going to end up with piles after that.”

By this stage, my husband is crying in laughter at me like this is some kind of twisted joke.

“You thought that nurse in the delivery suite was bad. I swear the number of times people are asking about my milk coming in yet, I half expect somebody dressed in a cravendale costume to waltz through the door.”

“And then they keep telling me not to worry, because any day now, my boobs are going to start leaking like they’ve forgotten they’re breasts and now believe they’re a fucking garden sprinkler.”

“Okay,” Stephen holds up his hands in surrender. “I promise to give you six months before I bring this conversation up again, okay?”

“Make it six years, baby, if you want to get your leg over again any time soon.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love your grumpy ass when you’re tired?” Stephen teases. “But I do have something I know we would both like to do now.”

I raise an eyebrow at him as a sign to tread very carefully.

“What?” His eyes widen. “All I was going to say is we could name our babies.”

“Oh,” I say, relaxing. “That’s fine, I can definitely do that.”

“Ha! That was quite the whiplash of tone change, babe.”

I roll my eyes. “So, did you have any names you really liked? I have two boys names I really like.”

“Funny you say that; I have two girls’ names I really like and can't decide on,” Stephen says.

“How about then I say the two boys’ names, and if you like them, then you can pick the one you prefer and vice versa for the girl?”

“Okay baby, you go first.”

“Well, I like Aiden or Nathaniel,” I tell him.

“For girl names, I like Olivia or Ava.”

We both smile at each other and think for a moment.

“Decided?” I ask.

“Yeah, you?”

I nod. “Yep. Okay, you go first since I went first last time. What are we naming our baby boy?”

“Okay, but just before I go, can we give them our own middle names so we can carry them down? I’m asking as it may affect my choice otherwise,” he winks.

“Of course baby, I love that idea.”

“Nathaniel Luciano Gotti.”

I smile at my husband as I didn't want to tell him, but Nathaniel was the name I preferred between the two. I would’ve been happy with Aiden but I loved Nathaniel a little more.

“So, what's my little princess's name going to be, momma?”

“Olivia Joyce Gotti.”

“Perfect, baby. Nathaniel Luciano and Olivia Joyce Gotti.”

“I love you, baby,” I say softly. “We’re so blessed.”

“As much as I hate to burst this little love bubble we have, I know there are several people that are dying to hear from us and even more so to visit.”

“Of course baby, make the calls.”

I watch our little munchkins sleeping. I love how they have to make sure they are still touching each other for comfort even in the midst of their deep sleep.

My heart is ready to burst with all the love I have for these three; my babies and my husband.