Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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SLYDAR

I know that you think I'm the sexiest chocolate drop alive. And you'd be right, of course, if it weren't for the ginormous nurse in labor and delivery called Sam who was younger, taller, and sculpted like no 6'5" inch black man working in a hospital full of pregnant women had a right to be. I mean, what, was he designed to make all dads feel like the shit on the bottom of their baby momma's shoe?

Sam was not just the sexiest man I'd ever seen, he had a voice deeper than my molasses, and a sweet manner like he was made of sugar and syrup. My saving grace? He was the gayest gay man I'd ever seen, and he made Rory laugh even when she was in so much pain she threatened to punch his sexy face.

Yep, that was how she said it, "Sam, I think I'm gonna punch your sexy face if you try to make me laugh again."

Which only made him laugh that deep rumble he had. She'd told him she didn't want the numbness drugs because that's the plan she'd devised, and he'd told her she could change her mind, but he wouldn't pester her about it, so speak up if she needed something.

I was at Rory's side, of course, helping her through the breathing exercises we'd practiced for months, and waiting those long hours in between while her body did everything it needed to, making the way for our boy to be born.

Sam knew we were both telepaths and that we could feel our son's mind. He loved hearing about that, so Rory regaled him with the whole story of how we'd first felt him. Well, not the sex bit of the story, but that we were aware of him at five months just like my siblings had been with their kids.

I dunno if Sam was really as fascinated by all that as he acted, but he seemed genuine, and it helped Rory to talk about it, so I just held her hand and nodded while she explained it all to the giant nurse.

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"So, what's he like right now?" Sam asked, and I tuned my attention to that other little presence, the third bit that was now in our lives. The one that was Rory, but more than her, and I smiled. I couldn't help it; I always did.

It was just warmth and love and a soft presence, and that's how Rory tried to explain it with her eyes closed and her mind just like mine, contemplative and happy.

Her hands caressed her belly as she explained, "You know how you go quiet when you pick up a cat and listen to it purr? You're still and focused and calm? Well, that's what he's like. It's a simple thing, just soft and there. Quiet and still, but present."

She opened her eyes, smiling at Sam, then her hand clenched mine, and her face contorted.

"There we go again," Sam said, "And this time, it's for real. I'm getting Dr. Quail because this baby is coming!"

Rory was on a birthing stool designed to support her weight but let her move however she wanted, and once Dr. Quail had examined her and agreed that it was time, she was ready to push. I held her from behind as she squatted on the stool, breathing and determined.

It went on longer than I'd imagined, and she got tired which was my cue. I lent her my strength and pushed all my faith and belief into her when she waned. Telepathy was good for things like that; for giving support that was supernatural when someone needed ya to lean on.

But the baby just wasn't coming out, and Rory got worried, but Dr. Quail was on it, suspecting something she'd seen before. It was the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, but it was okay; we just needed an adjustment.

We helped Rory to the bed, in a position that wasn't what she'd anticipated, but it was what our boy needed so Dr. Quail could help him. Then his head was out, and his shoulder, then the other shoulder as Rory screeched a final push. And he was there, crying in the light of that birth suite.

And Rory and I held each other, tears streaming down our faces at our little miracle being examined by the doctor. Then he was against her chest, a bloody little mess, but his mind content and happy as we wrapped around him, body and soul.

That's the story of how little Switch was born, but it doesn't end there. There's so much more for us to tell ya, but just know this: it may have seemed a little harrowing bringing him into the world, but he got off to a great start in Nineton Hospital.

Sam's shift was over just at Switch was born, but we saw him again the next day. His husband brought lunch to the hospital staff from their favorite restaurant, and Rory gave Sam permission to tell his partner all about our telepathy. So we wound up having a little party with my whole family and the nurses, telling everyone what it was like to raise children aware of their natural telepathy.

We weren't sure how many of them believed, but Sam and his husband Gray did, and a year later, we got a message from them that they had a baby girl and were practicing keepin' their open minds to her. So, we felt like everything we went through when Switch was born was worth it. And when he grew up, Switch agreed.

Because that little girl was named Priyaa, and she was Switch's whole world. How's that for a meet cute?