Page 138 of The Way We Win

“Relax,” Dylan says, doing her best to breathe through the pain.

Raven and I exchange a glance. I don’t know about this hypnobirthing, but Liv swears by it.

Another deep breath, and Dylan’s face squeezes right as she yells over Raven’s GPS.

Raven’s eyes are panicked. “Where do I go?”

“I probably should’ve driven,” Liv muses. “Take a right here.”

Raven flies around the corner, and the hospital comes into view. “Oh, thank God… Almost there!”

“Nooo!” Dylan cries. “Why are they coming so fast?”

“Don’t have that baby in the car!” Raven’s eyes are wide, and she wheels into the parking lot, bouncing all of us over the curb.

I hold Dylan over the back of her seat, and we zoom into the circle drive in front of the emergency department doors.

A man steps forward to stop us. “Ma’am, you can’t park in the ambulance drop-off…”

“I’m not parking!” Raven jumps out, running around to the passenger’s side. “Help us!”

Dylan lets out another yell. “It’s coming out!”

“Shit!” I’m out of the car, opening her door as fast as our other two friends join us. “Hold it in just a few more minutes!”

“I can’t hold it in!”

A male nurse joins us with a wheelchair, and as soon as Dylan sits, he flies with her down the hall to the maternity wing.

“I’ll take care of the paperwork!” Raven waves to us. “Y’all go!”

Logan bursts through the door as we’re about to run. “Where is she?”

His expression is wild, and behind him are Garrett and Craig in hot pants and tank tops. They’re also wearing blond wigs, bright pink lipstick, and mascara on their worried eyes.

Jack and Hendrix rush in next. “Zane’s picking up Rachel, and Clint’s on his way.”

“We just got here.” I reach out for Jack’s hand, and he pulls me to him.

“You okay?” His brow is furrowed.

“We made it.” I fall into his chest, laughing. “Holy shit, that was intense.”

“Talk about intense,” Garrett teases. “We were just about to give your fiancé the lap dance of his life.”

“Remind me to thank my little sister later,” Jack mutters in my ear.

“I’ll thank her when I’m sure Clint isn’t going to have a total meltdown.”

“Don’t worry, baby.” Craig takes my hand as we walk down the long hall to maternity. “He’s already making phone calls.”

Three hours later, we’re all cramped in the waiting area ofthe maternity wing. Logan and Liv are in the birthing room; the rest of us are pacing, waiting for news.

Clint has his phone out, and he’s been texting since he arrived. “I’m able to move everything to the afternoon, but is that what you want to do?”

My smile is more of a grimace, and I blink up at him. “We can’t get married without Dylan.”

He nods, looking down again. “The wedding is small enough that we can hold off for a few days. The caterer is working with us, and the florist has all the arrangements in the refrigerator. How long does this usually take?”

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