My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 237

Evelyn

"God, this is impossible!" I cried out, gripping Jacob's hand so tight it almost hurt. The pain was like nothing I'd ever felt—cutting through my skin, my bones, and deep down in my soul.

Honestly, I didn't even know when it started exactly. I just remembered waking up that morning and realizing I'd peed on the floor... except it wasn't pee. My water had broken. Jacob scrambled, throwing on his clothes as fast as he could, and got me to the hospital. The pain kicked in on the way there, sharp and relentless, and now I knew every person in the room—everyone except Jacob.

Clara and Dad were on their way from the airport—I overheard Jacob talking to Bianca. Enzo and Rosaline waited outside with her.

"Baby, you're doing so well," Jacob whispered, pressing a kiss on my sweaty forehead. He was trying not to break down, even though I was a crying, screaming mess. I think I even heard him mutter he'd never do this again after seeing me like this.

The pain was something else. How do women do this? I thought of Mom and Clara—I'd begged her so many times for another sibling. Now I understood.

"I'm scared I'm hurting her..." I sniffled, voice shaking. "This is awful."

"Evelyn, sweetheart," the doctor said gently, "You're not hurting the baby. You're doing just fine."

But it didn't stop me from feeling like I was failing. "I'm so bad at this. I can't even push right."

"You're amazing," Jacob said, holding my hand like it was the only thing keeping him together. "We're almost there. Just one last push, okay? I'll count with you."

I tried to catch my breath. My lungs burned, my whole body trembled. I didn't think I could push again, but I had to.

"Okay," I said, looking into his eyes and trying to calm down despite the pain. "I'll try."

"That's my girl," he said softly, brushing my hair from my face. "One..."

I pushed.

"I see the head! Keep going!" the doctor said urgently.

"Breathe, baby," Jacob said. "Two..."

I pushed again.

"That's it, almost there."

We locked eyes, his full of hope and love, mine full of exhaustion but determination.

"Three," we said together.

I pushed with everything I had—screaming through the pain—and then, finally, a tiny cry filled the room.

I collapsed back on the bed, letting out a long, shaky breath.

"You did it," Jacob said, kissing my forehead and not letting go of my hand. "Sienna's here."

He looked like he was about to cry.

The nurses cleaned her up and then handed her to me.

I smiled through my own tears and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Want to hold her?"

He nodded, tender and careful. I shifted, sitting up just enough to hand her over. Jacob cradled her against his chest, and she didn't even fuss—just nestled in like she'd found exactly where she belonged.

A quiet chuckle escaped me. "I think she already loves you."

"Really?" His eyes lit up, bright and full of wonder. He wasn't letting go anytime soon.

"Yes," I said softly, my gaze locked on our tiny miracle. She was so small. So perfect.

Is this what motherhood feels like? A fierce, quiet fire inside, ready to protect her with everything—willing to give my life for even the slightest hurt to her?

"Thank you, Evelyn," Jacob's voice was gentle, filled with awe and love as he looked back at me. "Thank you for coming into my life and giving me Sienna. Before you two, I was just... existing. Now I'm alive."

I smiled and playfully tugged on his collar. "You're welcome, asshole. Now kiss me."

His smile deepened, and his lips met mine in a kiss soft and sure—like a promise sealed between us.

Maybe... this was it.

Our sweet beginning and our forever ending. With the man I loved, and our little girl—my whole world finally felt complete.