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She shook her head. “Braxton Hicks. Fuck this. I’m so over being pregnant.”

“I don’t blame you. Let's get you on the couch to rest. Your body is working hard to prepare for those babies.”

Bambi groaned as I helped her from the seat and walked her over to the couch. I pushed a few pillows under her feet to elevate her legs and grabbed a cold compress. Bambi was getting pale, and I was getting even more worried.

“Are you sure those are just Braxton Hicks?”

She shook her head. “I’m. Fine.”

I whipped out my phone and sent a text to Goose to hurry over to Hope Hearted. Turning back to Bambi, I grabbed her hand.

“Every time you have one, I want you to squeeze my hand.”

She nodded and squeezed as she groaned out in pain. Looking down at my phone, I made a mental note of the time.

Twenty minutes had gone by when Goose finally showed up. He rushed into the living room.

“She’s having contractions. Coming every five minutes. Get Rooster to bring the van quickly.” Goose paled, and I punched him in the arm to get his attention back. “Rooster now! She’s gonna have the babies soon, Goose!”

He snapped back and took his phone out to make the call. Bambi turned to me and tried to smile.

“How did you know how to time them?”

I shrugged. “I know shit. Now let’s get you up and walking. Rooster will be here soon. He’s not gonna wanna miss his sister giving birth.”

I carefully helped her up, and we walked toward the door. Goose was close behind us, gathering up all of Bambi’s things.

Goose opened the door just as Rooster came to a flying stop at the front door of the club’s van.

He ripped open the door and rushed over to Bambi.

“Come on! I’m so fucking excited about these babies.”

Goose and I helped Bambi into the back seat, as Rooster hopped in the driver’s seat and flew down the road.

Bambi threw her head back as another contraction came. “Fuck!”

“Breath through the contractions, Bambi. You can do it.”

Goose sat next to her as she grunted and moaned. Rooster made a sharp turn when Bambi screamed out.

“Oh no! I peed my pants!”

She cried when I looked down to see the seat was wet, along with her skirt.

“Bambi, your water broke. That’s not pee.”

Goose breathed faster and I could see him freak out.

“Oh fuck. Oh, fuck! The babies are coming! Fucking fuck!”

“Goose! It’s fine. We’re all here. We’re almost at the medical center. It will be okay. Hold her hand and do whatever the fuck she asks you. Okay?”

He nodded and turned to Bambi. She groaned as another contraction hit. Bambi reached out for Goose’s hand and squeezed.

As Rooster pulled up to the medical center, Bambi groaned again. We ripped open the van door and got her out when she stopped in place.

Rooster ran inside to get Lilah and Doc, while Goose and I stayed with Bambi.

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