Page 53 of The CEO

She shook her head. “Everything is in there, including stuff for the new baby.” She tried to get up from the recliner but failed.

Adam took her hands and pulled her up.

“Thank you. It will be nice to be able to rise from a chair when I need to, without your help.”

“Oh, but my darling bride, I always want to help you.”

“You just say that to be charming.”

He waggled his brows. “You know I’m the king of charming.”

She barked out a laugh. “I guess you are, at that. Let’s say goodbye to everyone and then I want to get to the hospital fast, but you don’t need to break any land speed records.”

Adam placed a hand over his heart. “Who me? I never speed, you know that.”

“Ha,” she blurted. “You speed anytime you think you can get away with it.”

He chuckled. “You’re right, but I will be a good boy today.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Another pain hit, and she stopped and made her breathing even. “I think we’ll have to call and say goodbye because you might have to hurry after all. This one seems anxious to get here.”

“Gotcha.” Adam put the overnight bag’s strap on his shoulder and assisted Bree to the car. He took her to the Mercedes SUV and lifted her into the passenger seat.

Because of her belly, she couldn’t buckle the seat belt.

He hurried around to the driver’s side and got behind the wheel. After buckling up, he backed out of the garage and headed to the hospital as fast as he could.

Bree called her mother-in-law. “We had to leave right away, but I did want to tell the kids bye.” She listened to Madelyn on the phone. “Yes, Adam will call after the baby’s here.”

She nodded even though Madelyn couldn’t see that. “Tell Rocky I haven’t forgotten his request for a boy. We love you all, but I have to go now.”

Bree ended the call in the middle of a contraction. “Adam, hurry, please.”

He looked over at her. “You got it.” He pressed the gas pedal, and the car sped up.

Adam parked at the ER door and helped Bree inside before taking the car to the parking lot.

By the time he returned, he saw Bree sat in a wheelchair, headed through the doors into the ER rooms.

“Wait. I’m coming with you,” he called as he ran after them.

An hour later, Bree was in the birthing room, pushing to deliver the new baby.

After about thirty minutes, Matthew “Matty” Kincaid arrived and was placed on his mother’s stomach.

“Adam.” Bree looked at him for a moment. “He has my blonde hair.”

“He does.”

A nurse came over. “We need to take him, clean him up and swaddle him so he doesn’t get cold. He’ll be back before you miss him.” The nurse picked up Matty and placed him in the crook of her arm. “We’ll be right back.”

Bree couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

Adam said nothing, but he leaned over, took her in his arms, and held her while she cried.

“Excuse me,” said the same nurse. “I have a little someone for you.”

Matty wore a little blue-and-white striped hat on his head.