Page 118 of How to Catch a Rockstar

“I can’t believe you bought this car.”

“What’s wrong with it?” I ask to distract her. I already know all of her issues with the car.

“It’s way too expensive. We don’t need a Mercedes.”

I nod to next door. “Fender bought a Hummer.”

“There’s no—” She moans as another contraction hits her.

I dig out my phone to time her but she bats my phone away. “Stop timing me. I’m not a racehorse.”

I pick my phone up from the ground but I don’t respond since I can’t win this argument.

Once Aurora’s contraction has passed, I help her into the SUV. I kiss her nose. “It’s time to meet Morrisey.”

“What did you do? Buy a baby book with rocker names?”

I wink. “You’ll never know.”

I make sure she’s buckled in and shut the door. Feather opens the back door but I stop her before she can climb in.

“No. You can ride with your gossip gals.” I point to the car idling in the road behind us.

“But they won’t give me any hints about the baby’s name.”

“Exactly.”

I wait until she walks away to rush around to the driver’s door and jump in. I switch on the car and peel away from the curb.

Aurora clutches the oh shit handle. “This isn’t a drag race.”

I grin. “But if it were, I’d win.”

“Please be careful.”

I sober. “With you and little Mercury in the car, I’m always careful.”

Being careful doesn’t mean I have to drive the speed limit. I race toward the hospital. I’m done with watching the woman I love be in pain. I make it to the hospital in record time and skid to a halt in front of the emergency room.

“You are not teaching our daughter how to drive,” Aurora mutters as I help her out of the car.

I escort her inside and get her settled in a wheelchair. Before we can reach the reception desk, Dr. Edwards greets us with a smile. “I’m surprised it took you this long to make it here.”

“No. False. Alarm,” Aurora pants out.

The doctor’s smile disappears. “How far apart are the contractions? How long are they? How long has she been in labor?”

I answer her questions as we make our way upstairs to a delivery room.

“It shouldn’t be long before your baby is here,” the doctor says after her initial examination.

“I can’t wait to meet little Nirvana.”

Aurora bats a hand at me. “No.”

I smirk. “I have a ton of rocker names picked out. You’re bound to agree with one of them.”

“Um, doctor?” A nurse sticks her head in the room. “There are bunch of people wondering where Ms. Sharpe is. Can I tell them?”

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