Page 22 of Two Wrong Turns

The human becomes pregnant with the shifter’s baby. Of course, I didn’t expect some detailed description of how the baby grew and was born. That would be asking for too much.

And also, this was fiction. It might not have been close to the real thing.

But reading it helped my nerves. It made the situation seem less fantastical and more like a possibility.

On the page, the human character started having contractions. I read on as they described the pain, while also mentioning how excited they were to become a parent. The two emotions balanced him enough that he seemed to be able to push through the challenge of childbirth.

While it skimmed over some of the gore involved, the author did explain some type of magic birth line in the stomach that split to allow the doctor to take the baby out. The author explained this as an assisted birth, and that sometimes, when a baby came too fast, they might come out of the anus instead.

I froze.

My ass?! A baby coming from back there?!

Nope. No way. Did not want that.

I shivered as a cool breeze swept over me. How in the world would I deal if I had to give birth from my butt? Again, I realized this might not be the case in real life. But what if it was?

Instead of sinking into the worry, I dove back into the story. I needed the distraction now more than ever.

The author went on to tell about the recovery process and how mates helped each other along. They shared the perspective of the human holding their baby for the first time. “It was all worth it” they said, eyes wet as tears poured from their eyes.

As it all came to an end, I felt tears welling in my eyes. God, I wanted that. I wanted to know what it was like to feel such joy and love. To feel connected to someone so intensely your lives intertwined on a cellular level.

Yet the idea of carrying a child scared me more than I wanted to admit. Would I also think it was worth it? How much of this was rooted in reality?

I needed to ask Nolan. He’d be honest with me if I questioned him. It was one thing I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt.

The sound of tires over gravel drew my attention. He was home. My mate was home.

A sharp pain tore through my abdomen, rendering me speechless as I forced myself to push through it. The overheated feeling I had earlier increased. I was sweating so badly, I even felt it pouring down my ass.

So fucking weird.

Maybe I was sick. Had I caught something on my cross-country road trip?

“Barrett?” Nolan called out as he moved through the house. I could hear him, yet I couldn’t reply to let him know where I was.

It only took him a minute to find me. He made his way onto the back deck, then froze as he saw my curled position in the chair.

I reached my hand out to him. He moved in a blur of speed to get to me.

“Mate! What’s wrong? Tell me, and I’ll fix it. I swear it.”

He was such an amazing man. I knew that he’d fight anything and anyone to protect me.

He’d make a great father.

The idea came to me suddenly. I was in pain one minute, and then the next, I was the horniest I’d ever been in my life. My back arched off the chair as I tugged Nolan forward.

My nose swept up his neck, breathing in his scent. It was masculine and woodsy, with a hint of something so particularly Nolan.

“What—”

“Need you,” I groaned. “Need your knot. Please.”

At my words, he froze. His eyes widened as he inhaled sharply. The normal brown color shifted to a golden hue that mesmerized me for a moment.

“Heat.”

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