Epilogue – Benji
Four Months Later…
Carmen was squeezing the living daylights out of my hand. “Jesus, you’re stronger than I would’ve guessed,” I said.
She glared at me. Her hair was slicked over her forehead with sweat, and both cheeks were flushed bright red.
“Not the time,” snapped a nurse to my right. “Move.”
I shuffled out of the way as the woman went over to check the IV bag on a stand next to the hospital bed. It was chaos in the room. Doctors and nurses were swirling around, Carmen was moaning in pain with each contraction, and the air was filled with beeps and clicks of a thousand different machines. But goddamn, the girl could really grip. I’d lost all feeling in my fingertips.
“Push,” ordered the doctor, crouching between her legs.
“Come on, baby,” I said encouragingly. “
