Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Angel, lots of men deliver their babies—”
“Please,” I sobbed.
When I started crying they both nodded and a silent agreement passed between the two brothers.
“All right, let’s do this!” Cade said.
Caleb sat behind me doing his best to soothe me, rubbing his big hands over my lower back. I kept my head down and focused on my breathing, praying to God that an ambulance was going to arrive soon.
Another contraction hit me and I cried out in pain. I had a very sudden urge to push and I couldn’t fight it. My body clenched and started pushing, overriding the very specific command from my brain to not push. “Oh, God, she’s coming.”
Cade disappeared to the back of the car and I heard him rummaging around in the trunk. He reappeared holding a towel and a picnic blanket.
“Here, put this under you,” he said, unfolding the towel and laying it across the backseat. It was a reminder that things were about to get messy and I felt an overwhelming need to cry.
I turned to Caleb. “I don’t want to do this.”
His face softened. His thumbs gently caressed my hands. He leaned in and kissed my tears away. “By the looks of it, our girl takes after her mama. Once she’s made up her mind, there’s no stopping her.”
Cade kneeled into the back seat of the Acura. “Hey, I’ve got this.”
“You’ve delivered a baby?” I asked between the rapid onset of contractions. There was no space between them. They were right on top of each other.
“Not exactly. But I was in the room when Indy gave birth to River.” He winked at me. “Practically makes me a pro.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I yelled. My eyes shot to Caleb. “Is he fucking kidding me right now?”
“Baby, you need to breathe. There’s not a lot Cade can’t do.” Caleb tried to sound soothing, but I could see he was just as concerned about his brother delivering our baby as I was.
Another spasm gripped my uterus and shook it about like a dog with an old shoe. I cried out. Never having given birth before, I didn’t know what was going on down there, but it pretty much felt like a bowling ball was attempting to crawl out of my vagina.
“Okay, now I need you to try and relax a little for me.” Cade positioned himself at my feet. “I need to see what’s going on down there.”
When he tried to pry open my knees, they wouldn’t budge.
“Okay, Honey. You need to open these,” he said.
“Are you kidding me, that’s how I got in trouble in the first place!” I sobbed, overwhelmed by it all.
Cade grinned. “You’re safe with me, sweetheart. I promise. I’m a well and truly-married man.”
I wanted to burst into tears. I wanted to open my legs up and expose my crowning vagina to Cade about as much as I wanted a lobotomy with a hacksaw. But as another spasm tore at my body, I realized I didn’t have any other options.
I threw my hands over my face and spread my knees, showing Cade everything.
“Wow,” he said. He looked at me, his face set. “I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure that this is what they call crowning. And if I’m not mistaken, I think your baby is almost here.”
Another spasm hit me. Followed by a need to push.
“I have to push,” I breathed. I gripped the edge of the seat. “I’m not kidding, I need to push now!”
“Okay, good.” Cade seemed to study my vagina, but I was in too much pain to give a goddamn anymore. “Now I need you to breathe, Honey. Take a deep breath.”
“Breathe, baby,” Caleb echoed, squeezing my hand to the point of pain.
I wanted to push so bad.
I turned to look at the tough biker crouching down beside me.
“I’m scared,” I sobbed to Caleb.
He wiped a lock of sticky hair from my forehead.
“I know, baby, but I’m right here, okay.” He kissed my temple. “You can do this, do you understand? You’ve got this.”
I looked up into his beautiful face, and the way he was looking at me gave me strength. I squeezed his hand as another contraction squeezed my uterus and screamed until I couldn’t push any more. Feeling spent, I collapsed against the back seat.
“I told you I can’t do this,” I panted.
“Yes, you can,” Caleb said. “You’re the strongest woman I know.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m not. I’m a pussy. And I’m scared.”
He leaned his face close to mine. “Don’t be scared, baby. I love you. And I know that if anyone can do this, it’s my woman. And that’s you, Honey. You’re my queen.”
“You’re only saying that because I am squeezing a goddamn watermelon out of a hole the size of a nickel. A watermelon you put in me,” I sobbed.