Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
He looked from my eyes, to his feet, and then let me go slowly. Once he made sure I was steady on my feet, he took off at a run towards the back door into the garage. It was obvious he was uncomfortable, and I’m sure it didn’t help matters that I practically had my body fluids drench his bottom half.
Thank God I wasn’t at the supermarket. How embarrassing would that have been? Imagine being in the Freezer isle and that happening. Clean up on aisle ten!
I walked into our house, and exchanged my wet pants for a loose pair of knit shorts. Then I started to gather my crap that I’ve been procrastinating on packing. Being only thirty-five and a half weeks, I didn’t think I’d need to pack this early. Luckily, the baby’s bag was packed ever since the baby shower I had two weeks ago.
I threw my toothbrush and toothpaste into my bag just as Gabe came barreling through the door. His hair looked somewhat wild, and Cora was attached to his hip. She was giggling profusely, and I couldn’t help but smile with her.
I studied him for a moment longer. “Relax, Gabe. I’m not even feeling contractions yet. I’m not going to have this baby on you. Have you called Max to come get Cora yet?”
He took a deep breath, and then let Cora down to her feet to play. “Not yet. I just got your message. Sam had to take a detour to puke before coming to tell me that my wife’s water broke. What a pussy.”
“I did break my water on his legs.” I said nonchalantly.
At that, he burst out laughing. Tears leaked out of his eyes, and I couldn’t help but join in. This was excessively funny. Sam was so unflappable. There were times that he remained calm when no one else was able to. It took a lot of work to get him to smile at a joke.
“Do I have time to go take a picture really quick?” He quipped.
“He has to come back anyway. The girls are asleep at his house, and it’s not possible for me to watch them anymore. If you hurry you can get him coming back.”
He took off to get the best blackmail photo of the century, and I dropped down on my haunches and blew a raspberry on the side of Cora’s neck. She giggled and threw her head back laughing. It was hard to believe that she would be a big sister in a few hours.
Gabe came back in the room grinning from ear to ear, so I knew he got the goods. “We’re totally hanging this up on the wall.”
I gritted my teeth at the wave of pain that radiated from my tummy around my back. “Sounds good. I think we need to go now. My contractions have started, and they hurt like a mofo. Where’s Max?”
“Right here, baby girl. I’ll follow y’all up there as soon as I get her some stuff gathered up.” Max said from the doorway.
I smiled and walked toward him, hugging him around the waist. “Thank you, Maximilian. I’ll see you in a little while. Don’t even think you’re going to get out of being in the delivery room with us either. Don’t dally.”
Some people may think it’s weird to have your brother in the delivery room with you when you’re delivering. I didn’t want him to look at my va-jay-jay even a little bit. I only wanted him to be there in case I needed him. He was the only family I had left.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Go.” He said with the three pat on the back (the universal sign that men use as to say: okay I’m done with this gooey stuff. Get off me.)
By the time we arrived at the hospital, my contractions were one on top of the other. I’d called my doctor, and then Cheyenne on the way to inform them that my water broke. Lucky for me Cheyenne’s clinical was on the postpartum floor, so she would be able to help with the delivery when the time came.
Thirty minutes, four missed veins, and two blood draws later, I was hooked up to the monitor, and panting through the pain. I’d asked for an epidural as soon as I’d walked through the door. I wasn’t the type of woman who got off on pain, so when I was presented with the option to have that pain taken away, I jumped on it.
I was hunched over a pillow leaning into Cheyenne, while the anesthesiologist stuck a needle in my back the size of a Buick when I asked, “What does it look like?”
“Like a really long needle is being driven through your body.” Cheyenne supplied.
We were weird like that. We found the most morbid things fascinating.
“What did you do with Gabe?”
“I made him wait outside; daddies-to-be don’t respond well to this part. So they make us kick them out until the Epidural is in place.” Cheyenne murmured.
“Alright, young lady. You’re ready to rock and roll. There will be no moving until this baby is delivered. Page me if you have any problems.” The doctor said right before he breezed out of the room.
I hope that he went to the screaming chick who was speaking in tongues down the hall. I don’t know why she was torturing herself. This epidural was a-fucking-mazing.
Cheyenne helped me ease back into bed, and covered me up with the blanket when Gabe walked in. Followed by Max, Cora, Blaine, Justin, Payton, and Daina.
“I swear to God, if I hear even one of you make a comment about my vagina, I’m going to bust a cap in your ass.” I said grumpily.
“Oh, relax. There ain’t nothing you got that I haven’t seen. If you poop on the table, they’ll just wipe it up real quick and no one will be the wiser. Except for those that are looking anyway.” Payton supplied helpfully.
That was our Payton. Over the last few months, she’d grown closer to the group. She was wary of Max, but her eyes always drifted to his if he was in the same room as her. Max openly stared, but never made a move. They were playing a game, and it was funny to watch.