Wanting Mr. Barkley (Book 2)

Chapter Twenty-Three . . . Celebrations

Chapter Twenty-Three . . . Celebrations

Karen's POV

One Month later . . .

When you've been through what I have, anytime to celebrate life and a good one is a blessing. That's why when my son came home I promised to show him as much love as I possibly could as a mother.

"Happy Birthday to you . . . Happy Birthday to you . . . . Happy Birthday dear Garrett." We all sang happily as I brought Garrett his baseball shaped cake that I had spent hours preparing. When I brought the cake to him, I realized that it was all worth it.

"Thanks mom!" He cheered right before blowing out all of his candles.

"Happy Birthday baby." I said while kissing the top of his head.

I looked around at the kids that were here for the party. "Why doesn't everyone go play, and I'll cut the cake."

Everyone cheered before running out to the yard and continued to play like before. I picked up the knife and began cutting the cake when I felt a pair of familiar hands wrap themselves around my waist.

"You shouldn't try to scare a woman when she has a knife in her hands, Barkley." I teased.

I heard him chuckle before spinning me around and placing a very sweet kiss on my lips. "I wasn't trying to scare you baby, just waiting for cake."

"Who says your getting any?"

"Oh I know I'm getting some." He whispered as his hands dropped from my waist and squeezed my ass.

"Can you please keep your hands off of each other around the young 'ins." We heard the familiar voice of an annoyed Riley.

When we turned to face her we found Dylan standing next to her, concern covered his face.

"Hey, look who decided to show up." Derek teased as his arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

I looked at Derek's phone and saw that they were an hour late into the party.

"Yeah Riley hasn't been feeling too good." Dylan admitted.

"I'm fine, just a little sick." She replied.

I tilted my head and stared at her pale face and the beads of sweat that were balling up on her forehead.

"Why don't we get you some water, huh?" I offered while going over to Riley. "Can you guys finish cutting the cake?" I asked.

When both boys nodded I helped Riley inside and she grabbed her stomach and groaned.

"Riley, are you alright?" I asked.

She gripped the counter next to her.

"I-I don't know. I think I have to go to the hospital." She admitted.

"When did this start?" I asked.

"When we were driving. My stomach hurt and I kept making Dylan pull over so I could throw up."

"Honey, I think you're in labor!" I chuckled.

She turned her head to glare at me. "What, but my water hasn't even-" She trailed off as her eyes widened. "Never mind. Go get Dylan."

I turned on my heel and went out the door where the boys stood chatting, along with Dean who joined in.

"Hey Dylan." I called.

He turned and stared at me with scrunched eyes of confusion.

"You're wife is in labor!" I informed him.