Page 42 of Game of Revenge

“The guys will never let me live this down. I'm going to live in a roll of bubble wrap after this…”

My eyes start to close, and my body shakes as I feel the need to push.

“You have to do it. Save him. Save Brian,” I whisper as my eyelids get even heavier.

Kiernan

“Brian? Carrie fuck! Don’t do this to me. I’ve saved you once on this bank, don’t make me do it again.”

She’s blacked out, and I don’t know what the hell to do.

“Shit. Fuck. Okay.”

Laying her down on the bank, I reach for the button of her pants, not finding any. Huh, maternity jeans are weird.

No, focus, Kiernan. This is all your fault!

Pulling down her pants and underwear, I try not to think about the fact that I am touching my best friend’s vagina.

I can feel something, but I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. Pulling my hand away, I instantly smell the metallic scent of her blood.

“No. No. Shit, Carebear wake up.” Reaching up, I gently shake her.

How am I going to deliver her baby when she's asleep?

“Please, Carrie, you need to wake up!” I shout.

Her leg twitches, and she yelps in pain. Bending her knees, I move closer to her.

I can feel something. Oh God. Is it his head?

“Carrie wake the fuck up or I am going to leave Portland and never come back,” I threaten, and she mumbles something.

Her eyes open, and she screams. “Ow, oh fuck. It hurts. Kiernan make it stop,” she whimpers, and I reach for her hand.

“Carrie, you need to push, okay?”

“No. It's too soon. Where are the guys and my comfy robe and my candles. This is not what we planned!”

“Ugh, you're such a spoiled brat. If you do this I will make sure the guys throw you an after baby party. Okay?”

“I want my Frankie,” she wails, and I close my eyes. Carrie is a badass bitch, but when it comes to pain, she's a total baby.

Pulling back, I remove my soft hoodie. It's so cold out here, and I instantly shiver.

“Carrie, we can do this. I'm sorry I tried to leave you. I'm so sorry, but you need to push.”

“I am going to castrate those men. You hear me. You're going to help me tie them down and cut off their cocks,” she hisses before doing some labor breathing technique.

“No. I don't mean that. I love their dicks,” she wails, then screams as she starts to push.

It takes five agonizing minutes, and all I can wonder is where the fuck Chuck is. I thought he was racing to save me.

“I can feel him,” I mutter in amazement. Carrie screams one last time as the baby is born.

Wrapping him in the hoodie, I hold him tight to my body.

“He's not crying. Carrie…”

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