Their Baby Girl...?. Marie Ferrarella

was going to hold Sherry and Joanna accountable for not telling her that giving birth was like trying to expel a giant bowling ball through her nose and that everything inside her body felt as if it was being ripped apart by a pair of giant hands.

      “C.J., you have to push!”

      She had to die was what she had to do, C.J. thought in despair. No, a faraway voice echoed in her head, the baby, the baby needs you. Your baby. You can’t quit now.

      “Now!”

      Hating Warrick, C.J. propped herself up one last time. She knew in her heart that if the baby didn’t completely come out with this effort, she was going to die this way, midpush.

      She glared at Warrick. “Count,” she gasped angrily.

      If looks could kill, he’d be dead right now, Warrick thought. “One—two—three. Push!”

      Glancing at her face just before he gave the command, Warrick saw the sweat pouring down into her eyes, saw the look of complete exhaustion on her face. If he could have, he would have changed places with her.

      Just like he would have been willing to take a bullet for her any day of the week. She was his partner, his friend, and the person who knew him better than anyone, warts and all. He cared about her more than he cared about anyone else in the world.

      The next moment, he was holding her daughter in his hands.

      The wailing increased. Was something wrong? Was there something wrong with her baby? Oh, please let the baby be all right. C.J. was lying in a heap on the floor. There wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t ache and wasn’t all but smothered in utter exhaustion. It took all she had to raise her head.

      “What—”

      He grinned, making sure the baby’s passageways were all clear. That much he remembered from his training. She was breathing. The life he held against his chest was breathing. He couldn’t describe the feeling going on in his chest. “A girl.”

      A girl. She had a daughter. She felt like crying. “What…what does she…look like?”

      “A guppy in Jell-O. A beautiful guppy,” he qualified, looking up at C.J.

      Something very strange was going on inside of him. There was relief because it was over and because C.J. was still alive. He could afford to admit to himself now that he had been laboring under the very real fear that something could have gone wrong during the childbirth. Something could always go wrong.

      But there was also something else, another feeling that he couldn’t readily identify. Something he was unfamiliar with.

      It felt as if there were suddenly a rainbow inside of him. A rainbow that seemed to be also raining sunshine.

      Quickly he did a tally of the baby’s fingers and toes. All were accounted for. He looked up at C.J. “Want to see her?”

      She barely had enough strength to form the word. “Please.”

      Holding the moments-old infant against him, Warrick moved on his knees until he was level with C.J.’s face. But as he began to transfer the baby into her arms, he looked down at the small face. The infant had ceased crying and was simply looking up at him, her eyes as wide as spring flowers sunning themselves.

      He felt as if she was looking right into him, right into his heart. Which only seemed fair since it was already hers.

      “This is your mother,” he whispered to the infant. “Be kind, honey, she’s still a work in progress.”

      He was surprised the words came out at all. It felt as if his throat was constricting. For all the different experiences he had gone through in his life, he had never had a moment quite like this before and he wasn’t altogether sure what to make of it.

      Amid the waves of exhaustion washing over C.J. was a sense of elation. It spread out, covering her completely as Warrick tucked the baby into her arms.

      She was here, C.J. thought, her baby was finally here. Her impatience, her fears, everything she’d lived with all these months were fading into the mists as if they hadn’t really existed.

      Without a hand to wipe them away, C.J. blinked back her tears.

      Her baby was finally here.

      “Hi, baby,” she said softly to the infant warming her breast. “That was just Warrick. Don’t let him scare you.” And then she raised her eyes to her partner’s face. There really were no words that seemed adequate enough. “Thank you.”

      He grinned, rocking back on his heels. “It’s not as if the two of you left me much choice.”

      The two of them. It had a nice ring to it, C.J. thought.

      Her heart swelling, she tightened her arms around the baby.

      Chapter 4

      The paramedics arrived ten minutes after he called them.

      It occurred to Warrick, as he rode down in the elevator with C.J., the baby and the attendants, that had he gotten on the phone and dialed 911 to begin with, he would have been spared all the trauma he’d just gone through.

      And missed out on what was probably the greatest experience of his life.

      He smiled to himself as they all got out and he hurried behind the gurney. It made him glad that for once he had been slow to follow through on his original instincts.

      Warrick stepped out of the way to allow the paramedics to slide C.J.’s gurney into the ambulance. At that moment, as he watched, she looked very vulnerable. It placed her in an entirely new light for him. She’d probably punch him out if she knew what he was thinking, he thought. But that didn’t change the fact that he had an overwhelming desire to be there for her, to somehow shield her, although from what he hadn’t the vaguest idea.

      Had to be the high he was still running on because of the delivery, he decided.

      With the gurney secured in place, Warrick started to climb into the ambulance.

      The paramedic beside C.J. placed a hand out to block his entrance. “Only relatives ride in the back with the patient.” He cocked his head, scrutinizing him. “You her husband, buddy?”

      “That’s Special Agent Buddy,” C.J. informed him. “And he’s my partner.”

      Unconvinced as to the propriety of all this, the attendant raised his brow. “Like a life partner?”

      Warrick glanced toward C.J. and saw that she was looking at him, amusement highlighting her exhausted features. That she could smile after what she’d just been through amazed him.

      “Maybe as in life sentence,” he cracked. “We work together.”

      That settled it for the attendant. He reached for the doors, ready to pull them shut. “Sorry, then you’ve got to follow behind in your car.”

      Warrick was quick to get his hand up, blocking the doors before they closed. He looked at C.J. Hers was the only opinion that mattered in this. “You want me in the ambulance?”

      Under normal circumstances, her answer would have been flippant. But these weren’t normal circumstances. She was feeling elated and teary and a hundred other things. She needed someone there with her to run interference until she could pull herself together. “Yes.”

      Warrick looked meaningfully at the paramedic. “Then, it’s settled.”

      The paramedic raised his hands, surrendering and backing off. “Sorry, just stating company policy, Special Agent.”

      “I’ll take it up with your boss,” Warrick said, climbing on.

      The trip to Blair Memorial Hospital took just long enough for Warrick to make the necessary call to her parents. He left it up to Diane to notify the others, knowing it would probably take a matter of seconds.

      He was right. C.J.’s family