Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 278

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+25 Points

He has just been standing by the window, staring down at him like he’s trying to memorize every single

detail before it changes.

Which, knowing Justin, he probably is.

I watch them from the bed, propped against the pillows, every part of my body exhausted in a way I have

no reference point for. It’s like my body hasn’t quite caught up to the fact that the person it spent nine months building is now out here in the world, wrapped in a striped hospital blanket, yawning in his father’s

arms.

It’s a little surreal and also the most I’ve ever loved anything in my entire life, which I did not expect to hit

me this fast or this hard.

Ironic, honestly, because three hours ago, I was gripping Justin’s hand, sobbing through labor, and telling him very clearly and with full conviction that I was never, ever doing this again. I believe my exact words were ‘you did this to me and I will never forgive you.‘ And then something considerably worse. And then something even worse than that.

He just squeezed my hand and told me I was doing so good, and I nearly bit his head off for it.

But that was three hours ago. And now there’s a tiny human by the window with Justin’s nose and my

stubborn little chin.

“You’re holding him right,” I say. “How are you so good at this already?”

Justin glances up, his big bright smile still plastered on his face.

“I watched videos,” he says simply. “A lot of them. There’s a whole series on newborn holds. Cradle position, football hold, the upright one for when they have gas-”

“Of course there is.”

“I wanted to get it right.” He adds.

I press my lips together but the smile wins anyway. Yeah, that’s the man I married.

He comes over slowly, careful with every step, and settles onto the edge of the bed beside me. He looks down at the baby for a moment and then he looks at me, and his eyes are glassy.

He cried when they first placed Justin Jnr in his arms. Yep, we named him after his father even though it was entirely my idea.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

I smile. “Hey.”

He’s quiet for a second, looking between me and the baby.

Then he exhales. “Thank you. For this. For him.” His jaw tightens briefly, “You made me a father. You gave

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us a family.”

+25 Points.

My eyes burn. Everything hurts and I’m tired down to my marrow but I reach up anyway, pressing my palm

to his cheek.

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