Page 70 of Last Minute Fiancé

“I’m going to scarf this down quickly and head back in there. I want to make sure she’s okay.”

“Paisley is texting, so don’t worry. She’s doing just fine,” Devney said.

“Are we late?”

I had just taken a big bite of burrito so I could only wave at Addison’s parents.

They looked relieved to see me as they came over.

“Oh good, you’re getting a break. I was really afraid that you were going to exhaust yourself just like you’ve been doing these past months taking care of our daughter.”

Over the past few months I had really gotten to know the Lilys. They were great people who loved their daughter. And I knew they were relieved that she finally had a job she loved, and maybe relieved that I was with her.

Not that I was going to ask them that.

“I’m just eating something real quick.”

“Because our daughter would kick you in the nuts if you decided to eat in front of her when she’s not allowed to,” Addison’s dad said, and August laughed beside me.

“That sounds like Addison.”

“Do you think she’d want us to go on back?” Addison’s mom asked. “I know in the birthing plan it’s just the two of you. Do you know how far she’s dilated?”

I swallowed my food before answering. “Four centimeters.”

“Oh, damn,” Devney said with a wince.

“I really don’t know why I have to know these things,” August put in. “I mean, there should be things I shouldn’t know about the mother of my future niece or nephew.”

I scowled at my brother, though he was just trying to lighten the tension in the room.

We were all worried. Worried about the baby, about what was going to happen next. Worried about everything.

But after months of being stressed out about what could happen, the time was here.

“I’m just going to go on back. You stay here,” Addison’s mother said to her husband. She kissed his cheek and went to go talk to the nurse.

“You’re all on the list to go back there,” I said.

“We know, we got the spreadsheet,” August replied with a roll of his eyes as he handed over some water.

“Stay hydrated. Because if you pass out during the birth, Addison will never let you live it down. Hell, I’d never let you live it down.”

“You really are the sweetest.”

“I try.”

The doors opened again and a family I didn’t recognize walked in, so I focused back on my meal.

“I just, I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens,” I whispered, and I hadn’t even realized I was saying the words until they were already out.

“Don’t think about it. If you think about it, you’ll stress yourself out for no reason.”

I frowned at Heath.

“I don’t know, it seems like a good reason to be stressed.”

“Well, just be there for her. Worry about what you can do and not about what you can’t.”

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