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“Okay, I see no damage,” the doctor says.
“Damage?” I ask. I open my eyes and blink and things start looking normal. “To what?”
He comes back to me and looks down at me then removes the strap that’s holding my head down. “You had a spike in your blood pressure. We had to check for signs of a stroke. How do you feel?”
“Like shit, to be honest.”
He laughs and moves the bed up just a little. “Yeah, that’s normal. Can you think and focus?”
“Yes.” I look around and can see everything clear. “So, how’d the surgery go? Are my little girls two separate kids now?”
He nods. “It all went really well. The interns are going over the video in the gallery right now. They’re excited to see the procedure. I think you’ll be really happy to see your babies when they arrive. I foresee little to no scarring. It’s amazing really.”
“What about my husband?” I ask. “And did you guys tell him about thinking I had a stroke?”
He nods and I feel awful. “You need to hurry up and let him know I’m fine. He’ll be worried sick. I can’t imagine what all went through his head. What torture.”
He looks over at the nurse. “Go get her family, will you?”
The nurse hurries out and I ask, “So when can I get the hell out of here?”
“After the babies are born,” he says.
“What?” I shake my head. “That’s like a month away.”
“Didn’t your doctor tell you that?”
“No. Damn!”
The door opens and Benny comes in alone. “Angel?”
I nod and he comes to me and leans over the bed, rubbing my shoulder and I see his eyes are all red and his nose is too. “Benny, you’ve been crying.”
“You’re damn right I have. I was worried sick about you.” His hand rubs my shoulder harder like he’s trying to tell himself I’m really okay.
“Sorry,” I say with a little smile. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He kisses my forehead. “Well, you did. And I don’t want you to do that anymore. I’m never going to ask you to do this again. This will be our last pregnancy.”
“Hold up there, Big Daddy.” I take his hand in mine and give it a little squeeze. “That’s jumping to conclusions. We can see how things go. I’m not getting on that wagon just yet.”
“I thought you’d be the one telling me that, to be honest. I was just wanting you to know I’m onboard with that idea. My heart nearly gave out, and this thing isn’t even all the way over yet.” He kisses my forehead again. “I’m not cut out for this.”
I laugh then stop as it hurts pretty damn bad. “It’s just life, Benny. I had a dream while I was under. And in that dream, there was another son. He looked like you. I can’t think of not having another kid right now.”
He pats my shoulder and smiles. “Okay then. I’m leaving that all up to you, Sugarplum.”
“Good.”
Somehow I think everything’s going to work out fine.
BLAZE
“Hush, girls,” I hiss as Serenity and Harmony run into the nursery where I’m rocking the latest edition to our little family.
“Daddy, I want to hold him. You’ve been hogging him for over an hour,” Serenity gripes as she puts her hands on her hips.
The girls look just like me only with feminine qualities. They just turned sixteen last week and think they’re grown.
Harmony holds out her arms. “No, Daddy, give him to me. She held him last. Oh, and Mom wants you, anyway. Woody took your old Harley out last night and he accidentally ran over something. She wants you to see what happened before she fixes it.”
I set my jaw and get up out of the rocking chair. It’s the same large wooden chair I rocked all of my kids in. Harmony sits down, and I put little Ronald Reagan Worthington in her arms.
Grandfather has passed on, but he told Angel his favorite president was Ronald Reagan just before he died. She was adamant our last son would carry on the tradition he started. We call him Ronnie.
Her grandmother joined my grandfather in the hereafter only three months after he left us. I guess she just didn’t want to go on without him.
I make my way down the stairs and out to the shop to find Woody and Angel looking over the bike I had when I meet the mother of my children and love of my life.
“Gross!” I shout as I see blood covering the front fender. “What the hell, Son?”
Woody shrugs his shoulders. “I think it was a jack-a-lope, Dad.”
“It bent the rim a little, Baby,” Angel tells me. “I have one I can swap it out with. But I wanted your permission first.”
I look at her with a lopsided grin. “Baby, when will you understand that I completely trust your judgment where any bike of mine is concerned? You are the top designer of the lightweight Harley, you know. Your call is always great with me.”
She smiles back at me and nods. “Okay then. If you’re sure.”
I walk over and pull her into my arms as Woody makes a face. “Geez, when will you two get too old for this mushy crap? I’m out of here. Sorry about your bike, Dad.”
Angel cocks her head as she asks, “Are we ever going to get too old for this, Benny?”
“I sure as hell hope not, my Angel.” I kiss her and her sweet mouth still takes me to the place it always has.
Beyond this place and time to another world where only she and I exist. And hopefully, it always will.
And we all lived happily ever after…
The End
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