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We were finally having our baby.

Romeo

Everybody in this hospital was incompetent.

I was going to sue them all.

It was like they were all just sitting around with their thumbs up their asses while my wife was in pain instead of getting my baby the hell out of her.

Rim was hooked up to machines with some band around her stomach and an IV in her hand. Even though she was bigger than usual, she still looked small in the center of the hospital bed, with that ugly-as-sin hospital gown covering her.

She was in pain. I read it on her face. When it got really bad, she bit down on her lip. I didn’t like it. In fact, it made my stomach ache.

This was my fault. I did this to her. Why did I have to be so horny all the time?

“Hey,” she said, holding out her hand.

I abandoned the pacing and rushed to the bedside, wrapping her hand in both of mine.

“I’m fine.” She promised. “Stop freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out.” I argued.

Her lips curved into a knowing smile.

“I don’t like seeing you in pain,” I grumped.

“It’s not so bad,” she told me. “Besides, I’m tough. I got this.”

I chuckled, and the worst of my fear ebbed away. Shewastough and shecoulddo this.

There was a swift knock on the door before it swung open and a nurse strode in. I didn’t like her. She was way too chipper and nonchalant about this situation.

“You have a parade in the hallway,” she announced and motioned toward the door.

Braeden strode through, followed by Ivy, Drew, Trent, and my parents.

“Hey, sis, I knew you were gonna explode. Didn’t I tell you?” Braeden said, stopping at the end of Rim’s bed and grabbing her foot, which was underneath a blanket.

“She’s not exploding,” I growled and pointedly stared where he was touching her.

“Maybe not, but how close are you?” B said, pulling back his hand and giving me a wary look.

“I brought all your stuff and some extra,” Ivy told Rimmel, carrying a large bag and setting it on a nearby chair. “And some outfits for the baby.”

I stared at the bag like it had four heads. How much shit did she need? She wasn’t going to be here that long—was she?

“Thank you,” Rimmel told her as the nurse walked to the monitors and started checking stuff. I watched her like a hawk, wondering what she was looking for, if everything was okay.

“Contractions are closer now,” she said. “Everything looks good.”

“How much longer?” I asked.

“Could be several hours,” she replied.

Hours? Oh, hells no.It had already been a couple hours.

Rimmel’s hand went taut in mine, and her smile slipped into a mask of pain.

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