Page 117 of How to Catch a Rockstar

“I can deliver your baby,” Feather shouts through the window.

I march to it. “Stop eavesdropping.”

She shrugs. “I can’t help it if I happen to pass by and hear you, can I?”

“You’re literally standing in our yard a foot from the window. You weren’t passing by. You’ve been standing there all morning sending the gossip gals updates with your walkie talkie.”

She hides the walkie talkie behind her back as if I can’t hear it squawking.

Aurora groans and I rush to her. She’s hunched over in her chair. Her knuckles are white with how hard she’s fisting the arms of the chair.

I rub her back. “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

She lifts her head to snarl at me. “I am breathing,” she gasps out.

“How far apart are the contractions?” Feather asks from beside me.

I don’t bother asking her how she got into the house. She probably had a key made.

I wait until the contraction wanes before checking my phone. “The contraction lasted 50 seconds and it’s been five minutes since the previous one.”

I hold out my hand to Aurora. “It’s time to go, baby.”

“Contractions should be three to four minutes apart. Not five.”

Thanks to the scare in the hospital, Aurora has read up on everything pregnancy related. I even caught her and Dylan exchanging notes at some point. Considering Dylan believes himself a self-taught pregnancy guru, I pulled them apart and made sure they weren’t alone together again.

“You’ve been having contractions every five minutes for three hours, we’re going to the hospital,” I insist.

I don’t wait for her to take my hand. My feisty girl is the most stubborn person I know. She’d rather have the baby at home than suffer through the embarrassment of another false alarm. But I’m not letting her have this baby at home. I want her in the hospital in case anything goes wrong.

“Fine,” she mutters as she swipes her phone from her desk.

I snatch it from her. “I think the world can survive without you answering your phone for a few hours.”

“Don’t you dare steal my phone from me, Jett Peterson. I control all the money.”

I kiss her nose. “I don’t care about money. I care about you and Jagger.”

She groans. “I’m not naming this baby Jagger.”

“You’re not naming this baby? I thought we would name our baby.”

“As soon as you push a watermelon through your penis, we’ll talk about who’s in charge of naming the baby.”

“What name do you prefer?” Feather asks as she follows us to the door where the go bag is ready and waiting.

Aurora huffs. “I’m not giving you any clues so you can win the bet.”

Feather bats her eyelashes. “What bet?”

“I’m pregnant. Not stupid. I know the whole town has a bet going about the name of our baby.”

“Really?”

Aurora rolls her eyes. “The twenty baby naming books that magically appeared on our doorstep kind of gave it away.”

I help her put on a pair of clogs before grabbing the go bag and leading her outside. She moans when she sees the car waiting on the street.

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