Wednesday: June 10, 2026
9:12 AM; CLINSTONE SPECIALTY HOSPITAL, OPERATING ROOM TWO
“Oh, my God,” Jensen whispered as the nurse handed Pollux Grayson Austen-Taylor over to him. Swaddled in a blue blanket, Pollux’s gray eyes locked with Jensen’s.
“Is he beautiful?” Cecilia questioned, turning her head toward Bo.
Bo flashed a smile before reaching back to brush two fingers over the baby’s cheek. “He’s perfect,” Bo assured. He turned back to Cecilia, pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“Mm.” Cecilia squeezed his hand before closing his eyes. “They’re still stitching me up?”
“Ugh. Can I take a nap?”
Bo chuckled. “You can if you want. Our next stop’s the recovery room,” he said.
Bo turned to look back at Jensen over his shoulder. “Is he as perfect as you hoped?”
“Even better,” Jensen murmured. Bo leaned back and pressed a kiss to the younger man’s shoulder. “We’re going to see everyone in the recovery room, aren’t we?”
“Yeah. They didn’t all get to crowd Cas when he was born. We’ll let them crowd around Pollux,” Bo said.
9:58 AM; CLINSTONE SPECIALTY HOSPITAL, RECOVERY ROOM ONE
Jamal passed Pollux over to Renee before reaching back to lay a hand on Jensen’s shoulder. “Where’s your husband?”
Jensen looked around the room before offering a shrug. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “He still doesn’t like being around a lot of people at once. Maybe check the NICU?”
Jamal nodded. “Thanks.” He smiled faintly. “You’ve got a beautiful boy, Jensen.”
“Thank you,” the younger man whispered, reaching up to squeeze Jamal’s hand.
Jamal walked out of the room, holding a hand out as Frank moved to stand. “It’s all right. You can stay here.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Jamal headed to the NICU, finding Bo in a chair against the wall, Castor held to his chest. Jamal squatted down beside the blonde. “Hey,” he said softly.
Bo turned to look at Jamal, offering a smile. “Hi.”
“I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Too many people in too small of a room, that’s all,” Bo said. “But then I came in here, and Cas helped me through it.”
Jamal smiled faintly. “Good.” He reached out, gently smoothing a hand over the back of Castor’s head. “Two amazing babies, kiddo. Nervous?”
“Very. I mean… we took care of Noah and Eve, but still nervous.”
“You never get over that,” Jamal said. “You could have forty children, and each one would make you feel nervous. It’s good. Means you care.”
The older man nodded. “My pleasure, kiddo.”
“Are you going home tonight?”
“Yeah, that’s the plan.”
“Kathy still mad at you?”
“Hasn’t spoken to me yet,” Jamal said. He let out a soft sigh. “That’s okay, though. She’s hated me since the day I took her in. She just played nice so I’d give her whatever she wanted.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve got you and Wayne. She can give me the cold shoulder as long as she needs to. Eventually, she’ll run into something she wants, and she’ll come back for a nice chat.” He pushed himself to his feet and pressed a kiss to the top of Bo’s head. “Congratulations, Bo. Again. I’ll see you and the kids in… a week and a half?”
“A week and a half,” Bo confirmed. “Love you, Pitman.”
One corner of Jamal’s mouth lifted. “Love you, too, kiddo.”
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