Page 100 of His Sassy Omega
He nodded. “Probably a good idea. We need to call Finn. And Wade. Gigi, my parents. Your mom. Jamie and Brendan. Everyone. I don’t know where my phone is. Where is my phone?!”
I started ushering him out of the room, my hand on his lower back, guiding him and massaging at the same time. I needed to time the contractions, to see how close they were coming. I could make the other phone calls later. Notifying family wasn’t my number one priority right now.
We hadn’t made it two steps down the hall when another pain hit him. Quinn cried out, then his breath seemed to catch in silent agony. He grabbed on to me, his knees giving out at the intensity of the pain. I scooped him up before he could sink to the floor, and hurried up to our bedroom.
“Breathe, baby,” I instructed, because he looked like he was holding his breath, and I knew he shouldn’t be doing that. That just seemed like a bad idea. All the baby books, videos, and literature I’d watched and read, stressed breathing through the pain. Short breaths, all huffing and hee hee heeing.
He shook his head at me, then released the bruising grip he’d had on my arms. “Can’t. Can’t breathe. Fuck, those took a quick turn. I need drugs. Now!”
I chuckled, laying him gently on our bed. I snatched my watch up, taking note of the time, then grabbed my phone. I needed clothes. Quinn at least had on some pajama pants and one of my t-shirts. He needed shoes, though.
I already had a bag in the car, which he didn’t know about, so I didn’t waste time on that. He’d had one packed practically since he’d been puton bed rest, when we weren’t sure if the babies would need to be delivered early, but I’d been afraid we’d forget it in the excitement of actual labor. It never hurt to be prepared and have extra.
He shook his head, trying to steady his breathing. I grabbed a pair of jeans, and the first shirt I came across. I hit Finn’s number on my phone while scooping up Quinn’s tennis shoes, which still fit over his swollen feet if we left them unlaced. He grimaced at the tightness.
“It’s only until we get to the hospital, then you can take them off,” I soothed him. My brother answered on the second ring and sounded way too awake for three in the morning.
Finn didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “Babies finally decide it’s time to put in an appearance?”
I snorted. “Yep, contractions are fast and furious.”
“Let me talk to Quinn,” he demanded, in his no-nonsense doctor voice. It annoyed me, to say the least. My word wasn’t good enough? Grr, annoying brothers.
I handed the phone to Quinn. He gave me an ‘I’m a little busy here, trying to have your babies’ look, but snatched the phone from my hand. I listened to his side of the conversation, while I finished dressing and gathering up essentials – wallet, bag, shoes for me. Keys, where the fuck were my keys?
“No, it hasn’t broken…my back hurt all day but no contractions, and then bam…every couple of minutes…I don’t fucking know, I’m busy trying to breathe through them, you asshole, not timing them, but not that much time between….Fuck!”
Quinn doubled over, gripping the comforter in his white-knuckled fists, trying to breathe, eyes closed, my phone forgotten on the bed. I scooped it up, looking at the time. Fuck was right.
“Two minutes!” I growled into the phone. Finn’s voice was calm and steady, and I hated him for it, but was thankful for it at the same time.
“Lachlan, listen to me. I need you to get him in the car. Now. Do not worry about the speed limit, and if you get pulled over, tell them you need an escort to the hospital.” I sucked in a harsh breath, my chest constricting. This sounded bad.
“I was just leaving the hospital, so I’m going back in to get a team and a gurney. We’ll be waiting at the Emergency entrance.”
I watched as the contraction eased, and Quinn took a deep breath and unclenched the blanket. Tears were starting to roll down his beautiful face, from the pain. “I want drugs!”
Still clutching the phone to my ear, I helped him to his feet, then scooped him up. I managed to keep the phone to my ear, while gathering everything else we might need.
“I thought we were supposed to check-in at admitting?” I questioned my brother, trying to keep my voice calm for my mate, who seemed on the verge of losing it. His anxiety and fear were pouring off him in waves. I could smell it and feel it. I tried to keep sending him calming pheromones.
“We don’t have time for that,” Finn told me, still calm as a damn cucumber. How the fuck did my brother do this every day? “Tell me you’re in the car?”
“Almost.” I managed to get Quinn into my SUV, and buckled, just as another contraction hit him. He bent double in the seat, not even trying to keep his moans in.
I slammed the key in the ignition. “I’m hanging up now.”
“Don’t get in an accident, but you need to drive like you did when we were teenagers,” Finn instructed, ending the call.
I’d already driven every possible route from our house to the hospital, to find the quickest one. With the early hour and the fact that I’d had a bit ofa lead foot when I’d gotten my license, we were pulling up to the hospital in less than ten minutes.
True to his word, Finn was waiting when I screeched to a stop outside the emergency doors. He had Quinn’s door open, and my mate out and on the gurney before I was out of my seat.
Not caring if they towed my car, I ran after the gurney, as we crowded into an elevator. There were two beta nurses with Finn. Quinn’s contractions seemed to be one on top of the other, barely allowing him time to catch his breath in between. His groans were bordering on screams, and my wolf was howling and pacing with every sound he made. I took a calming breath, willing myself not to lose it. That wasn’t going to help the situation. Quinn needed me to stay calm.
“Fuck! I want some drugs!” he screamed, “Where are the fucking drugs? You said there would be drugs!” His accusing eyes landed on Finn.
I kissed his sweaty forehead, wondering why the fuck this elevator was moving at a snail’s pace. “Soon, baby.”
