Page 125 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

“I know, baby. I hate it, too. But I’ll be with you when you get to the hospital.”

“Here comes Xander. Hale, I need you.”

“You have me. I’m coming as fast as I can.”

The car door opened and Xander flung my bag behind the seat. “Okay, found the bag.” The car roared to life.

“I love you, Hale.”

“I love you, Rayne. I’ll see you soon.”

I ended the call and held my stomach as Xander flew out of the driveway. It would be amazing if I didn’t puke on this trip. Swallowing back the urge, I said, “Hale called everyone.”

“Great, where are we going?”

“Lower Keys Medical Center.”

He plugged the name into his GPS as we sped toward to the bridge. “That’s twenty-two minutes away.”

I sucked in a breath and fisted my hands as another contraction cinched tight. “Then drive faster!”

His wide, dark eyes bounced between the road, my face, and my stomach. We only made it one block before we stoppedat a traffic light, trapped in midday traffic.

Sweat trickled down my cheek as I panted like Zuul in Ghostbusters.

“You doing okay?”

I bared my teeth because that somehow eased the pain ripping through my abdomen. “Just peachy.”

“Does it hurt?”

Was he dropped as a child? “Yes, it fucking hurts! Why else would I be breathing like I’m in an aerobics class?”

The light turned green and he raced ahead of traffic, mumbling, “It’s amazing you got pregnant at all.”

My scowl snapped from the road to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re not very nice.”

He had balls! “I happen to be a lovely person. Hale thinks I’m a goddess!”

“I’m sure.”

I scoffed. “You just don’t know a unicorn when you see one.”

“It’s not a unicorn when there are two horns.”

I growled at him because it was hard to breathe and talk. “How about you just drive and don’ttalk anymore.”

“Fine by me.”

The silence only lasted a few minutes. I moaned and cursed, “Fuuuuuuck.” The contractions were getting sharper and closer. We still had a ways to go to get to Hale.

“Shit. Should I pull over?”

“No! Just keep going!” I could not have my baby on the front seat of some asshole’s Lamborghini.

“This is probably because you ate that spicy burrito thing. What were you thinking?”

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