“Push, baby... the head right here. Just a little push, and we get this one out. Fastest birth ever, Bambino.” Emma makes a horrible grunty, groany, almost scream-like noise that has me screwing up my face in complete traumatization, mentally telling myself that I never want to do this. It’s awful.

I only become aware of Arrick’s arm around my back when his breath hits my cheek. I realize we’re both cuddled close and watching the same thing, but he, too, seems freaked out ...