Star of His Heart - Brenda Jackson [52]
“Five minutes.”
Trevor was up out of his seat. “Five minutes! Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“I wanted to stick around to see who would get Ashton. I didn’t want Angela to have him.”
Trevor frowned. “Well, you better hope our baby holds tight until I get you to the hospital.” He took in a deep breath, looked around and began barking out orders. “Syneda, call Dr. Morgan and let him know we’re on our way to the hospital.” He looked over at Dex and reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys. “Make sure my car is out front immediately,” he said, tossing the keys across the table to him. He glanced at Justin. “I need you, Doc, just in case this baby wants to be born on the side of the road.” He turned to Clayton. “I need you just in case I’m stopped by the police for speeding and can’t talk my way out of it.” He looked at the elder Madarises. “Please call my parents and let them know what’s going on. Corinthians’s parents are in town, and Mom and Dad will know how to reach them.”
He then noticed that Ashton still had Netherland in his arms kissing her. He jabbed his elbow in Ashton’s side.
Ashton glanced up sharply. He frowned. “What the—”
“Your godchild decided to make an appearance tonight. Let’s go.”
Picking up his wife in his arms, Trevor made a move to exit the building while everyone jumped to follow his orders. Corinthians smiled at everyone. “What can I say? You can take the man out of the military but you can’t take the military out of the man. He looks for any excuse to give orders.”
When a hard labor pain struck her, she decided to be quiet and save her breath for later.
Chapter 15
“Did I tell you how good you look tonight, Netherland?” Ashton asked as his eyes shone with appreciation straight into hers. They were just two of the many people who were sitting in the waiting room of the hospital anxiously anticipating word of Trevor and Corinthian’s firstborn.
Netherland shook her head as she chuckled softly. “No, you never got around to that.”
Ashton folded his fingers around hers. “Then that’s another thing I have to make up for when I get you alone later.” His quiet tone carried more than a promise that he would deliver on and a lot more.
She tipped her head back to look up at him. “You make sure you do that.” Her voice was soft, seductive, barely a whisper, and it had that same smoky desire in its intonation as was reflected from the look in her eyes. Her entire body thrummed with sexual tension just from being around him. At the moment, there was nothing that could douse the undeniable desire she felt for the man who was still wearing his marine uniform and who was looking intrinsically male. Deciding to try and concentrate on something else, she glanced across the room at the other occupants. The three Madaris brothers and their wives, their parents, along with Trevor and Corinthians’s parents, and Trask and Felicia. There was a lot of eager anticipation on everyone’s faces. It would be the first grandchild for both the Grants and the Averys, and it was obvious they were overjoyed at the thought of becoming grandparents.
“It’s over, folks.”
Everyone jumped at the sound of Trevor’s deep voice. He stood in the waiting room’s doorway, still dressed in his hospital scrubs; his eyes brimmed with unshed tears, and his face shone with a smile of pure wonder, as if some miracle had just taken place. All the people in the room raced toward him. He held up his hand to halt all the questions coming to him at once.
“We have a son,” he said, grinning proudly. “A beautiful nine-pound-eight-ounce future marine who entered the world screaming orders at the top of his lungs. Corinthians and the baby are doing fine.”
“What’s his name?” Caitlin Madaris inquired as a play of happy emotions darted across her features. She and Dex would be having another child in seven months and because they had two girls already she was hoping for a boy.
“Rio Maurice Nathan Grant,