Chapter 55
fifty-five
CIAR
“We did good.” Ciar could barely choke the words out as he watched the love of his life cradle their newborn son against her chest.
She’d been so brave, from Gray Eyes to the delivery room, his wife was the most fearless woman he’d ever known.
Labor progressed quickly, and from their admittance to delivery, only twenty minutes had passed.
“Three weeks early and eight pounds two ounces,” Gray said, staring at their son’s face.
Colm Gavriil.
“Turns out, my penis is magic. Three more weeks and your lady parts would have really been in trouble.”
“Asshole,” she muttered, tipping her chin up so that he could kiss her. “If I so much as hear any stories about the birth of our son and your bits and bobs—you’ll suffer, Murphy.”
Ciar chuckled, but soon enough, he felt tears stinging his eyes. “We have a family, Gray. We made this family.”
A year ago…well, a year ago, he was still hiding behind his trauma. Now, he was proud to call himself a father. A husband.
Gray’s eyes started leaking tears over their son’s forehead. She bit her lip, wiping the evidence from the head of their baby. “I’m so proud of you, Ciar. I don’t think there are enough days in a year to tell you how proud I am of you, of being your wife, the mother of your children.”
He traced Gray’s jawline and then Colm’s, more precious than gold. He prayed Anna Morozova was at peace, that she no longer lived by regrets but spent her afterlife protecting children, as she couldn’t do for her own son.
His life restarted with his father’s first hug, but his life truly began when he held one woman in his arms.
“Gray.”