Page 80 of The Road to Finding Us

I feel myself growing underneath her, something I know she feels when I rub against her. “You’re perfect,” I tell her, pulling her face to mine for a quick kiss.

“And you’re hard,” she points out, running her core against me.

“Well, I did just watch you dress and undress for almost an hour. You should probably be concerned if I wasn’t turned on.”

“I just wanted your opinion on the clothes.”

Skimming my hands down the outsides of her thighs, I pull at the soft fabric of the dress. “I think it’d look a lot better on the floor.”

“Let’s test out your theory, then.” She straightens, reaching her arms up to let me remove it.

Her lips find mine and our tongues eagerly meet. My hands are busy unhooking her bra when her phone starts vibrating on the nightstand next to my head.

Neither one of us pay any attention to it. I palm her breast, the gesture awarding me a moan from Lily. My mouth is inches from taking her nipple into my mouth when the vibrating begins again, but this time from my phone somewhere on the bed.

“Just ignore it,” Lily says, panting as my teeth tease her sensitive flesh.

“Oh, I plan on it,” I tell her.

It turns out whoever is calling must really need us, because once the vibrations in the bed stop, her phone starts ringing again on the nightstand.

“Someone is being a major cock block right now,” Lily pouts, climbing off me.

“I thought we were ignoring it?” My question goes unnoticed, as Lily’s too busy answering her phone.

“Hello?” she asks, eyeing my hard-on with a wink.

“Holy fuck,” leaves her mouth two seconds later. The phone drops from her hands. The alarmed look on her face has me sitting up in bed.

“What is it?”

“It’s time,” she finally says.

Setting a throw pillow on my dick to try and get it to calm down, I give her a questioning look. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“My nephew is about to be born and I swear to god, if I’m late for his arrival, I will never forgive myself,” she shrieks, running into the closet.

I freeze, staring at the empty space she just filled. “Like right now?” I ask.

“No, next month. Yes—right freaking now.” She appears in the doorway once again, pulling an old T-shirt over her head. “We need to get to the hospital! Put on a shirt and let’s go.” Her hands wave around maniacally as she speaks, the light catching against the ring she let me put on her finger a few months ago.

I shift into action, pulling on the first pair of pants I find. I almost lose my balance as I shove my legs in the pants as quickly as possible, finding a shirt quickly after.

Lily claps from the doorway, trying to get me to hurry. “I’m going to be an aunt! You’re going to be an uncle. Oh my god, I almost missed my nephew’s birth because I was horny!”

“It’s not like we knew that was the call we were ignoring,” I point out, trying to adjust myself in my pants to get rid of the evidence.

In my defense, Veronica wasn’t due for another two weeks. Even though, once the doctor gave her the news that she could pop at any moment, she began to do anything possible to evict the baby growing inside her. She loved being pregnant up until the last few weeks. Then she told me way too many graphic things I never needed to know about pregnancy. Veronica glowed her entire pregnancy, soaking up every single second of it, shocking us all with how much she loved it.

Even more of a shock to us was when Maverick and V told us the news. It was two months after they had a small wedding ceremony at her parents that they announced to us she was pregnant. And that they had been trying for a couple of months.

I stumble around as Lily yells at me like a damn (but super cute) drill sergeant to be quicker. My shoes get slid on, even though I’m not fully confident they’re on the right feet. I finally get myself together enough to go to the hospital. I put the pedal to the metal all the way there, terrified that my fiancée might actually become hysterical if she misses the birth of her nephew.

We make it to the hospital in record time. Lily is out of the car and running to the entrance before the car is even in park. It’s then I notice that her leggings are inside out. Snickering, I don’t even have time to tell her about the small mishap.

I race after her as she sprints through the automatic doors, shouting, “I’m going to be an aunt!” to anybody within earshot.

The lady at the front desk gives Lily an odd look, telling her labor and delivery is on floor five.

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