Page 63 of The MC's Surprise
Sierra huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “I’m willing to bet Skylar will have a problem with that. I can ask her when we head over. I promised I’d stop by after the party, but I was too tired before,” she explained to me.
I nodded. “Sure thing, honey. I was going to ask Butch about a few things anyway.”
Mostly about installing car seats. I’d already planned on giving Sierra my car. I only used it when I absolutely had to, and she needed it more than I did. But it wasn’t ready for the baby. Itneeded a car seat and I was pretty sure new tires as well. Butch hadn’t been happy when I picked it up from his shop before it was ready. But I’d needed it to get Sierra around. He’d forgive me for that. Right?
We both headed back to my room to finish getting ready. I hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and Sierra had left her shoes behind. And her panties, apparently, because they were still sitting on the floor when we came in.
“Holy fuck are you commando right now?” I demanded. I’d never gotten hard so fast in my life. I wanted to lift up her skirt and–
She’d just leaned over in an attempt to pick them up when she straightened suddenly with a sharp gasp.
“Woah, hey. What just happened?” I asked, coming around to her front to look her over. Had bending over hurt her? I would have picked them up myself if she’d even given me a second to clear the lust fog from my mind.
Slowly, she looked down. I followed her gaze, my eyes widening as clear liquid trickled down her legs.
“I think… I think my water just broke…”
“Oh, shit.”
We both stared at each other for a minute, and I was pretty sure I was just as frozen as I was when she told me she was pregnant. Thankfully, Rooster came in and shocked us both out of our stupors, his dog tucked under his arm.
“Hey, man, can I borrow some of your hair shit. I want to try…” He trailed off, eyeing us both with a confused look on his face. When his eyes landed on the puddle at Sierra’s feet, he stunned the shit out of me by bursting into action like a man on a mission.
“Shit! Your water broke! What the hell are you doin’, man? She needs to get to the hospital! Do you have a go bag? What about a car seat? Why are you just standing there?”
I gaped at him, my jaw on the floor. “How the hell do you know what to do?”
He rolled his eyes. “Because I’m the best uncle on the planet. I did my research when Butch was–” He cut himself off and a pained look flashed across his face at the reminder of when Butch was locked up. “Anyway, I wanted to be ready just in case he couldn’t be there. Now stop standing there like an idiot and get moving! Sierra, do you need anything? Change of clothes, glass of water?” He glanced down at his dog, then back at her. “Doggy cuddles?”
She softened more and more the longer he panicked and when he finally offered his dog as a sacrifice for her comfort, she burst out laughing. “Isn’t Justin supposed to be the one whose panicking right now?”
I was, but she didn’t need to know that. I needed to be calm for her. Which meant I needed to get my ass in gear.
“What do you need me to grab for you?”
She looked around, then back at me. “All my stuff is at home.”
Which was in the opposite direction of the hospital.
“Shit.” I scrambled to think of what to do next. “Let’s, uh… Do we need to call an ambulance?”
Rooster rolled his eyes, shoving his dog into my arms. “No, you idiot. It’s not an emergency. We just need to get moving.” He disappeared into my bathroom and came out with a towel, handing it to Sierra. “For the car ride. Skylar said she kept some in the car just in case.” Then he headed for my closet, coming back out with a pair of my sweats and a t-shirt. Meanwhile, I stood there like an idiot, trying and failing to figure out what I was supposed to be doing.
“Justin? Can you call my mom and ask her to meet us there?” Sierra prompted. She gave me a small smile, but I could see theanxiety tinging the expression. She was scared and Rooster was right. I was being an idiot.
“Yeah. I’ll call her and Mel, let her know we’re coming. Do you need help getting changed?”
She shook her head, but her hands were trembling and I knew she was trying to appear brave even when she wasn’t feeling it. I handed Rooster back his dog and joined her in the bathroom, helping her change clothes.
“It’s too early…” she murmured as I helped her into a pair of my sweats.
It was a little early. The due date wasn’t for another three weeks or so. I wasn’t sure what that meant in terms of the delivery or anything like that, but I was quick to reassure her. “It’ll be okay. It’s only a little early, and Mel will be there to help. We’ve got this.”
Tears welled in her eyes and when I offered her my hand, she clung to it, still shaking. I tucked her under my arm, kissing her temple. “Come on. I’ll make phone calls on the ride over. It’ll all be okay.”
I hoped I wasn’t lying about that. I’d done some cursory research on childbirth after the test results came back, but I didn’t know anything about a kid coming early or the nitty gritty of it. I just had to hope I was right. Everything was fine when Skylar had her kid. It was going to be alright.
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