Page 9 of Unexpected Delivery

The massive alpha curses under his breath. “Tell me what’s going on, please.”

I hate how pleading his tone is, but I’m not getting into the mess that is my life.

Not right now.

As Morris wraps an arm around the back of the seat, I’m smacked with his rich coffee scent.

My whole body twists, and my nose ends up buried in his shoulder. “My instincts are frazzled, and you smell nice.”

“That’s okay. Drink down my pheromones if it helps.” His arm wraps around my side, and he plants a hand on my stomach. “Have you been timing the contractions?”

I nod, then shake my head. “I was before I left. The book said to head to the hospital if they were less than five minutes apart, and they are, but they never regulated. It said they’d be at equal intervals… That’s why I thought it wasn’t real labor. Only, they got really painful, and I got scared.”

“Okay,” he says, glancing at his watch. “You tell me when you feel one, and I’ll time it out. Is it from the end of one to the beginning of the next?”

“No, beginning to beginning. You also need to note how long they last for,” one of the twins says, climbing into the driver’s seat. He passes my bag back, along with my purse, and drops them on the floorboard. “We met at the gym—Hayes.”

“Yeah, I remember,” I say, wishing I had just stayed home and birthed the baby on my own.

Women do that, right?

Yeah, they do.

They’re just stronger than I am because even the thought sends a shiver down my spine.

Hayes’s big blue eyes study my face as his messy brown curls stick up in a million directions. I’m not sure what’s happening or what we’re waiting on until the passenger door opens.

The duplicate copy of Hayes climbs into the passenger seat. Apparently they’re twins, and identical enough that it’s difficult to tell them apart by their facial features alone. I was really confused when they first popped up outside my car.

The guy in the passenger seat swivels around, holding out the diaper bag.

I take it, blinking like a fool.

How did I forget that? I thought about myself, but not the bag for the baby. That doesn’t seem like something a good mom would do.

God, I’m floundering already.

“Hael,” the newcomer says, catching my gaze. “You’re having a rough night. Don’t stress, we’re going to get you to the hospital.”

Hayes—who seems to be the more stoic of the two—nods and focuses on getting ready to shift into gear. “Shit, the snow is really coming down.”

“You could just take me back to my house. It’s like five minutes that way,” I say, pointing straight out the window.

“Enough,” Morris growls. “Head toward town. If it gets too dangerous to go on, we’ll take you toourhouse.”

“Yeah,” Hael says. “And don’t worry about your car. I’ve got someone from the shop coming to pick it up. Well, as soon as it’s safe.”

That’s nice.

Except, I have no idea how I’ll get me and the baby home from the hospital now. I was already dreading paying for the parts that need to be repaired. I’m sure it’s totaled after that little trip into the snowbank.

“The dispatcher says the road is completely blocked,” Hael says from the passenger seat as I grunt through the most painful contraction yet. “A power pole came down. It’s blocking both lanes of the highway—there are live wires and a truck driver trapped in his rig.”

“Fuck,” Hayes says, slowing the vehicle. “There’s no other way into town. What if we went the opposite direction? God, that’s like forty minutes away. The ice is bad. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to risk it.”

“Give them our address,” Morris says. “We’ve already seen what the ice can do.”

I frown, realizing he means my car.

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