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He mumbles something about, “Stop that or this will burn.”

I chuckle and step back, sitting at the table. Then, I just watch him. He’s bulked up some since we met, not quite my size but bigger than he was. We work out together, and after Kieran has the baby, she will too.

Right now, though, she just watches. On those days, it always ends in us fucking her against the wall or on the floors. Life is great; I have the family I’ve always wanted with Kieran and Noah and the baby boy who is so close to being here.

Chapter Twelve

Noah

Three months later…

“NOAH! SIN!” Kieran screams for us.

I look up at Sin, who is currently beating my ass. We woke up this morning and were working out, when I had the fun idea to tell Sin I could take him in a fight. As he thoroughly proved, I, in fact, cannot beat him in a fight, if the bruising I can feel already forming on my body is any indication. It took him two minutes to get me on the ground and another three to get me to yield. Well, I guess that was Kieran’s blood curdling scream.

Sin jumps up and hightails it out of the basement gym, and I’m trailing right behind him.

“Kieran, what’s wrong, baby? Where are you?” Sin yells back, panicked.

“Nursery,” she calls back.

Running up yet another flight of stairs, we turn left and bust through the door. We find Kieran leaning on the crib for support with a puddle of water underneath her.

“Kieran, what’s wrong?” I ask this time.

“I’m in labor, asshole.” She rolls her beautiful ocean blue eyes.

“Are you sure?” I ask dumbly.

“I mean, judging by the water, I don’t know— YES!” she growls.

Sin’s standing there, staring at her wide eyed, his mouth slightly parted. I’m not doing much better. She flicks her eyes between the both of us before snapping her fingers.

“One of you help me to the car, and the other one get the hospital bags… Now!”

That snaps us out of our stupor and we get moving.

It’s happening! She’s having the baby!

I think I’m going to be sick.

Sin rushes to her side. Walking past her, I quickly stop in my tracks. I turn towards her and kiss her temple before grabbing the diaper bag from the floor. I rush to our room and grab the duffel bag we packed with all of our clothes. Before long, we are in the car on the way to the hospital. Kieran is up front with Sin and I’m in the back. The drive to the hospital is filled with pained whimpers from Kieran and soothing words from me and Sin.

Once we arrive at the hospital, I rush to get a wheelchair for Kieran and Sin helps her out of the car. When I return with the chair, she’s shaking.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“No, it hurts!”

“It’s okay baby, it will all be over soon,” Sin says.

Kieran grabs Sin’s shirt and pulls him down so they are nose to nose. “Shut up!”

A petite nurse rushes to us as soon as we get inside the doors. She has mousy brown hair, with glasses that look too big for her face covering honey brown eyes.

“Is she okay?” she questions.

“She’s in labor,” Sin answers calmly.

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