Page 97 of Treasure and Tarot

“Okay, all right. I won’t answer the door. That’s cool.” Sebastian winced as his back cramped, and he wiggled, trying to ease the ache.

“Daddy!” Abby gasped, her eyes wide. “Daddy, you peed your pants.”

“I did what?” He looked down and groaned. “Dammit, my water just broke. Colton, I need you.”

That damn banging just kept going on and on, and it was driving him crazy.

“I didn’t pee myself, baby. My water just broke.”

“Not broke. Papa, come home.” She started to cry hard, and Sebastian was developing an amazing headache with the constant banging.

He grabbed the doorknob and yanked the door open and screamed, “Will you fucking stop it? I’m in labor!”

Possibly not the smartest idea in the entire world.

But not the worst, because the man standing there along with a woman looked absolutely shocked to be screamed at by a wet pregnant guy.

Took a couple of heartbeats for the guy to figure out what to do, and then he stepped forward, trying to get into the house.

That was when he just sort of bounced back.

Okay, that was a handy trick.

“They say no, Daddy.”

He nodded to her, because that was absolutely one hundred percent the truth. “They totally do. Papa’s still on the phone?”

“Uh-huh. Hims coming with Uncle Gent.”

“Excellent.”

He would shut the door, but it was really kind of funny watching Colton’s people try to muscle their way in the house. Every time they did, they just bounced back into play.

And there came the cavalry.

Like the entire crew.

“Look at all those people coming to help us.”

Abby nodded, then she whispered, “Daddy, I think you should go change your pants. You’re wet.”

“I know, but I have to walk upstairs. I think I’m gonna have to wait for your papa to help.” Because he was actually in labor, and it was starting to hurt a little bit, and he was getting a little grumpy. This was not how this was supposed to work.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Colton snapped. “Guys, can you go in and help my husband? I have to deal with this garbage.”

“Garbage? You watch your mouth,” Colton’s father snarled.

“I don’t think so, old man.”

“Come on, honey, let’s all go upstairs. Let’s all go inside and shut the door.” Iago hustled them in, Mason and Gent staying closer to the door. “Oh, your water broke.”

“Uh-huh. Like whoa, I’m starting to really cramp. I think I need to go down to the birthing center in the next couple hours.”

“Oh, that can totally happen.” Iago grinned at him. “Should I run upstairs and get you some pants? Abby, you want to come help me pick out some comfy soft clothes for Daddy and get some towels?”

She nodded, her eyes a little bit panicked. “Yeah, I don’t like the yelling.”

“Me either. Let’s go upstairs, so we don’t have to listen to it. It looks like Daddy’s gonna have your little sister.”

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