Samantha giggled. “Okay, one kickass OB, a kickass general practitioner, and me.”
Kade frowned, but Samantha just patted his chest and smiled up at him. “You’re ridiculous,” she whispered.
He nodded. “So you keep telling me.”
Gunnar watched his mate as she slept, his worry somewhat eased as Kade and Samantha prepped the room a little more. Gillian breezed in twenty minutes later, concern etched in the tightness of her features as she walked to the bed.
“Oh, she’s asleep. Good,” she said with a sigh. “That’s a good sign. Did one of you check her?”
Samantha shook her head. “Her water broke and shortly after she fell asleep, so we decided to wait.”
“I should check her now.”
“Can we let her sleep?” Gunnar asked.
Before Gillian could answer, Kenna came awake with a scream, grabbing for Gunnar as she cried out in pain.
“Kenna, love, it’s Gillie. Listen to my voice.” Gillian took her sister’s hand. “I need you to roll over. I’m going to check you, love.”
Kenna grasped Gunnar’s arm. “No, I can’t.”
“You can, elskan,” Gunnar crooned. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Gillian pulled on gloves as Gunnar helped Kenna onto her back. He tried not to panic when he felt her pain seconds before she cried out again.
“Something’s wrong,” Kenna rasped.
Gillian laid one hand on her belly and checked her with the other. “The baby’s turned himself around, Kenna. We’re going to have to turn him the right way so he can come.” She glanced up at Samantha. “She’s fully dilated and effaced, we need to do this quickly.”
“We’re ready,” Samantha said.
The women turned the baby as gently as they could, but Gunnar thought he might lose his mind at the depths of Kenna’s pain. It knocked the wind out of him as he tried to take it from her.
“Ansans,” he hissed out as they pressed on Kenna’s stomach.
Kenna screamed, but then just as quickly as they’d started, they stopped, and Gillian nodded, smiling at her sister. “He’s good, love. He’s ready to come, so when a contraction hits, push.”
“Drugs. I want drugs.”
“It’s too late for drugs, sis. I’m sorry.”
“I hate you!” Kenna screamed as a contraction hit and she grabbed her knees for leverage to push.
“Gunnar, get behind her so you can support her,” Gillian ordered.
Gunnar did as he was told, settling Kenna’s back to his chest and kissing her temple. “Use me to anchor you, elskan.”
Kenna dropped her head back onto his shoulder. “I can’t do this...” She cried out and gripped Gunnar’s hands as she pushed again.
“That’s it, love,” Gillian encouraged. “We can see the head. One more big push, Kenna. You can do it.”
It took ten minutes and three more strong pushes for Styrr Gunnarsson to make his entrance into the world. He was one week early and still weighed nine pounds, six ounces, and was twenty-one inches long.
“Well done, Kenna,” Gillian crooned as she held the baby for Gunnar to cut the cord. She set Styrr on Kenna’s chest and helped clean Kenna up.
“Och, he’s perfect,” Kenna whispered. “Our little prince.”
“Já, baby, he is.” Gunnar kissed his wife’s temple as he stroked the baby’s back.
“Kade and I will check him out, Kenna, okay? Then you can have him back.”
Kenna handed the baby off to Samantha and Gillian tapped her leg. “You’re starting to heal, love. You’ll feel a little euphoric in a minute, then you’ll crash a bit. While you’re feeling up to it, we’re going to change the sheets, okay?”
Kenna nodded and relaxed against Gunnar. Gunnar felt her body change and lifted her off the bed. “She’s good,” he said.
Gillian made quick work of changing the bedding and Gunnar had Kenna back under the covers within minutes, just as he felt her mood shift. Samantha settled a swaddled Styrr in Kenna’s arms and helped to get him latched onto her breast. “Well, look at him go,” Samantha crooned. “He’s obviously a prince and a genius.”
“Thanks, Sam,” Kenna said as she smiled down at her son.
“We’ll get out of your hair now. We’ll fill your family in on everything and you guys can have some private time.”
“Thank you,” Gunnar said. “Both of you.”
Kade smiled with a nod and followed Samantha out of the room.
“Right, love.” Gillian smiled. “I’ll sort out the family so you can bond a little, eh?”
“I wrote down room options,” Kenna said.
“It’s all good, Kenna, we’ll find our way.” Gillian rose to her feet and leaned over to kiss her sister and nephew. “Bless you and your new family. I’ll be back in a little while to check on you.”
“Thanks, sis.”
Gillian left the room and Gunnar focused on the beauty and miracle that was his family. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too.”
* * *
Three days later, the family were all together at Kaspar’s enormous dining room table. Kenna had just fed a sleepy Styrr and settled him in the bassinet between her and Gunnar. Niall and Charlotte had surprised everyone by arriving along with Gillian, Angus, and Fiona. Nevin and his family had arrived the day before.
Max and Grace now had two children and were in the States with her family, and although Charlotte and Niall had been invited as well, Charlotte wanted to be with her sisters this holiday, especially to show off their new wee son, Taran.
“Since it is the twelfth of December, tonight is the night Stekkjarstaur is scheduled to arrive. He will be the first Yule lad to come,” Ari said, and turned to his daughter. “So, elskan, you must put a shoe in the window.”
Ari had long, blond hair that he’d pulled away from his face, looking much like a Viking warrior and less like the brooding artist he was deep down.
“Papa, I’m almost nineteen,” Sophia argued.
“Já, but you don’t want a potato, so you’ll put a shoe in the window.”
“Humor him, sweetpea,” Megan instructed. “It’s his first Christmas with you and your sisters in one place. He’s making up for lost time.”
Sophia rolled her eyes. “But I need all my shoes, Mom. And what if he... I mean, this dude Stek-whatever does put a potato in my shoe? I’m gonna be kind of annoyed.” She shuddered. “Gross.”
Chuckles pittered around the table.
“You can avoid potatoes by doing what your Papa tells you,” Ari said.
“I’m not six.”
Ari raised an eyebrow. “You’re still my baby.”
Sophia stared at her father and then gave him a beaming smile. “Papa?”
“Já, elskan.”
“If you put a potato in my shoe—”
“If Stekkjarstaur puts—”
“Yeah, whatever. If Stekkjarstaur puts a potato in my shoe, I’m going to put glue in yours. Capisce?”
Kenna covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Good lord, the girl was funny.
Ari did laugh, leaning down to kiss his daughter’s head. “I’m still your father, little one, remember that.”
“Um, Dad?” Pepper pointed to him with her knife. “The three of us together can nail you to the wall... literally, so how about you remember that. Right, Charlotte?”
Charlotte raised her hands in surrender. “Leave me out of this one, darling sisters. I am Switzerland.”
“Chicken,” Pepper accused.
“How many of these little devils do we have to contend with?” Megan asked.
“Tomorrow, Giljagaur comes,” Ari said. “Then there’s Stúfur, Þvörusleikir, Pottaskefill, Askasleikir, Hurðaskellir, Skyrgámur, Bjúgnakrækir, Gluggagægir, Gáttaþefur, Kertasníkir, and finally, Ketkrókur.”
“Swap those,” Kaspar corrected. “Ketkrókur, then, Kertasníkir.”
Ari smiled. “Right.”
“S
o basically one each night until Christmas?” Sophia asked. “Which means, several chances for potatoes to be put in our shoes?”
“Já, elskan.”
“It’s like Elf on a Shelf,” Megan said.
“Didn’t Uncle Cameron murder that little elf?” Sophia asked.
“That was my fault,” Megan admitted. “The book came out and I loved the idea of it, so I attempted to try it with you, which meant Cameron had to play along.”
“But I was like, seven.”
“I know, honey. Cameron also used that argument.” She giggled. “In the end it was a bust, but maybe we can try with the wee ones.”
“We’ll do the boot and the elf,” Jesska suggested.
“This is child abuse,” Sophia grumbled. “Or at the very least, manipulation.”
Megan laughed. “Hey, whatever works, my little imp.”
“What? I was a perfect angel.”
Jesska choked on her water. “We’re going with that?” she asked, once she caught her breath.
Sophia rolled her eyes.
“Soph, how about you help Moira put one of her shoes in the window?” Charlotte suggested.
Sophia grinned at Moira. “Do you want auntie Sophia to help you?”
“’K,” Moira said. “Now?”
“After dinner, baby,” Niall said.
“But Taran’s the baby.”
He grinned. “Aye, lass, but you’ll always be my baby.”
Her cheeks pinkened and she leaned against him. “’K, Da.”
All the women let out a collective sigh. There was nothing sweeter than a man who adored his daughter, and the hero worship in her face was evident.
“I love the little Scottish accent she’s got going on,” Megan said.
Charlotte nodded. “I do too.”
The rest of the evening was spent gathering the children’s shoes and finding enough windowsill space to fit them all on.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHRISTMAS EVE MORNING, Kenna awoke to pressure in her breasts... and not in a good way, especially since Gunnar wasn’t in bed with her. Gunnar?
“Our son will not settle, elskan.”
Kenna sat up and smiled. Gunnar held a screaming Styrr in his arms and he was rocking him gently. Gunnar had offered to get him so she could sleep, but it seemed Styrr was having none of it. She reached for him. “I’m engorged, love, so hand him to me. He’s obviously hungry.”
Gunnar laid him in Kenna’s arms, kissing her gently and then a little more thoroughly once she got Styrr comfortable.
She reached up and stroked his cheek. “How long have you been awake?”
“I made him a bottle at three and then he woke again thirty minutes ago, but he wouldn’t take a bottle.” He sat on the edge of the mattress and patted Styrr’s back.
Kenna stroked Styrr’s head. “I can’t figure out who’s more obsessed with my breasts, my wee lad. You or your da.”
Gunnar chuckled. “Me. Definitely.”
Kenna giggled. “My wee prince, you need to be good today. Aðfangadagur starts at six and you get to open your presents.”
“I’m sure we’ll help him open them. I’m convinced our son is a genius, but I believe opening packages might be out of the realm of his abilities just yet.”
“You may have a point.” Kenna laughed again. “I still think it’s weird to open all your presents on Christmas Eve.”
“You do?”
“Yes. We have always done it on Christmas morning.” Last year they’d done the same.
“Next year we can do both,” Gunnar said.
“Perfect.” Kenna focused back on Styrr.
“Tomorrow is Jóladagur,” Gunnar said. “We’ll have lamb in the evening, but the afternoon will be making Laufabrauð.”
“Have you come up with a pattern?”
Kenna learned last year that Laufabrauð, leaf bread, was made of thin sheets of dough cut into delicate patterns and fried. Each family often had their own design, and she and Gunnar had been trying to come up with something unique, but ended up just frying round pieces of dough. This year, she hoped they could be a little more creative.
Gunnar rose from the bed with a nod and pulled open his nightstand drawer, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to her. “What do you think?”
He’d drawn a tree with three branches and room for more as their family grew. “Och, honey, it’s beautiful. Will we be able to recreate it?”
He grinned. “Easy.”
“I’ll leave that part to you. If I tried to do it, it would end up looking like a headless person.”
Gunnar laughed. “You can’t be that bad.”
“Challenge accepted,” she retorted, and moved Styrr to her other side.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and then we’ll have breakfast, sound good?”
Kenna nodded. “Perfect, love.”
Gunnar headed to the shower and Kenna finished up with Styrr.
* * *
Kenna settled Styrr in his bassinet then joined Jesska in the kitchen. A handsome, tall, dark-haired man was loading the dishwasher. “Kenna, this is my brother, Cameron. Cam, this is Kenna. Gunnar’s wife.”
Kenna shook his hand. “It’s lovely to meet you.”
“You too,” Cameron said.
“Cam, can you come help me please?” a deep voice called.
Cameron grinned. “Dad needs help doing something secret... which means, he might burn the house down. I better go. Excuse me.”
“Make sure he doesn’t flood anything either,” Jess ordered to his retreating back.
“Got it,” Cameron replied.
Kenna smiled, leaning against the counter. “How do you feel, Jess?”
Jesska rubbed her belly. “Sore.”
“You should really rest.”
“Ohmigod, Kenna, don’t you start too,” she accused. “Between Kaz and my mom, I might slap someone.”
Kenna gave her a gentle hug. “I’m sorry, Jess. I know it’s hard, but if you’re having pains, you should at least—”
“Jesska Marie,” her mother snapped as she walked into the room. “Get off your feet.”
“See,” she whispered, rolling her eyes.
“I was just taking her over to the sofa,” Kenna said.
“Thank you, Kenna,” Jesska’s mother said. “You’re a good friend.”
Kenna smiled and looped her arm with Jesska’s. “Does Kaspar know you’re up?”
“What the hell are you doing on your feet?” Kaspar growled, walking toward them, having come from his office.
Kenna grimaced. “That would be a ‘no.’”
“Ten more seconds and I would have been in the clear,” Jesska grumbled.
“I knew you were up to something when you tried to block me,” Kaspar accused (albeit in a quieter voice due to human ears) and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Do you want to go back to bed?”
“Oh, calm down, your Highness, I’m going,” Jesska breathed out.
Kenna gave Jesska a bolstering smile as Kaspar made sure she sat down. He took a seat next to her and linked his fingers with hers.
“Why are you staring at my brother?” Gunnar whispered, kissing the back of her neck.
Kenna jumped, spinning to face him. “You need to stop doing that.”
He chuckled, kissing her nose. “Sorry. Now, why are you staring at my brother?”
“Just watching him with Jess.” She wove her arms around his neck. “She’s so frustrated and I get it, but now I realize I may have put you through a little more hell than I should have. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you more.”
He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “You’re forgiven. But may I remind you of this conversation when you’re pregnant with our next baby?”
Before she could respond, Styrr let out a bellow that started a domino effect with the other babies in the room.
“Shite,” Kenna whispered, and dropped her arms, rushing to pick up the baby. “Hey, little prince.
What’s going on? I only fed you twenty minutes ago.” She held him close and rocked him. “Let’s check your nappy, then we’ll see if you need to eat more.”
Kenna changed his diaper and then found a quiet place to feed him. The other children were settled and then the nannies took over.
Christmas gifts were exchanged and Kenna got caught up in the excitement of the children. Luckily, the main house was big enough for the kids to play without doing too much damage. By midnight, Kenna was having a hard time keeping her eyes open, so Gunnar insisted they head home.”
“We’ll see you in the morning,” Payton said, hugging her. “We’ll do our best to keep Killian from waking you before dawn.”
“We might be up anyway if Styrr doesn’t sleep through the night.”
“Okay, well, if you’re up, don’t let him wake us,” Payton pleaded.
Kenna giggled. “No problem, sis.”
She hugged her family, Gunnar lifted Styrr gently, and they headed home.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KENNA AWOKE WITH a start, discombobulated as she tried to sort out the vibration thrumming through her body.
“I’m calling Kaz,” Gunnar said.
“It’s got to be Jess, if you feel it too,” Kenna said, and climbed out of bed.
The Cauld Ane could feel their siblings’ emotional highs and lows, albeit with lesser intensity, but now that Kenna was bound to Gunnar, she’d know something was going on. Since Gunnar felt it was Kaspar, Kenna deduced it was probably Jesska instead.
Gunnar set the phone against his ear as he pulled on a pair of jeans. “Já. Já. Okay.” He hung up and smiled. “The baby’s coming.”
Kenna bounced on her feet and clapped quietly. “How exciting! I’ll feed Styrr and have Payton watch him while we go help Jess.”
“That sounds good.”
Once the baby was sorted, Kenna followed Gunnar through the tunnels to the main house and upstairs to where organized chaos was commencing in the master bedroom. Gunnar stayed in the hallway with Ari and Jesska’s father and brother, but Kenna slipped inside.
Kaspar was behind Jesska, her back against his chest, anchoring her to him, and she was taking slow, deep breaths. Kade and Samantha were prepping the room, while Gillian pulled on gloves and checked her. Jesska’s mother held her hand, unable to really do anything.
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