Page 123 of Single Mom's Bikers

“Let’s get those babies delivered.” Doc squeezes my hand. “Though I think they’re doing most of the work already.”

Another contraction hits as they wheel me to delivery. Through tears, I glimpse Rose arriving with my daughters. Clay’s crew surrounds the building. Our family protecting its own.

“Ready?” Rick asks as they settle me in the birthing suite.

I grab his hand, needing an anchor against the pain. “Stay with me.”

“We will.” Zane takes my other hand while Chase supports my back.

“Your boys are coming, Evie.” Doc checks my progress. “Time to push.”

I’m surrounded by the men I love. Finally safe. Finally home. Ready to meet the newest members of our unconventional, perfect family.

Pain rips through me like fire. I crush Rick’s hand, beyond caring if I break bones.

“Nine centimeters.” Doc Jensen checks again. “First baby’s in position. Almost there.”

“Hear that?” Chase wipes sweat from my forehead. “Almost time to meet our boys.”

Another contraction hits before I can respond. They’re relentless now, barely letting me catch my breath.

“Need to push.” The pressure builds unbearably. “Now.”

“Not yet.” Doc positions himself. “One more centimeter.”

Zane distracts me with ice chips while Rick and Chase take turns supporting my back. Three hours of labor have left us all raw, but none of them show signs of leaving.

“Christ.” Zane winces as I grip harder. “Remind me not to arm wrestle you anymore.”

That pulls a laugh from me, cut short by fresh pain.

“Ten centimeters.” Doc’s voice carries authority. “Time to push, Evie.”

The first real push feels like being torn apart. I scream, not caring who hears.

“Baby A’s head is crowning.” Doc works efficiently. “Give me another big push.”

Rick supports my shoulders while Chase and Zane each hold a leg. The position should feel awkward, but it doesn’t—we’ve never been conventional.

“One more.” Doc encourages. “Almost there.”

I bear down with everything I have, feeling the first baby slide free. His cry fills the room.

“It’s a boy!” Doc holds him up briefly. “Big healthy one.”

But there’s no time to celebrate. The second baby demands attention immediately.

“Here comes his brother.” Doc passes the first twin to a nurse. “Ready to push again?”

“Can’t.” Exhaustion hits hard. “Too tired.”

“Yes, you can.” Rick’s voice anchors me. “You’re the strongest person we know.”

“Remember running from Luca?” Chase strokes my hair. “This is nothing compared to that.”

“Our boys need their mama.” Zane squeezes my hand.

Their faith in me sparks something. I push again, harder.

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