Page 3 of If You Could Only Dream
The second my body stilled, and my hand reached over and clamped onto Mason’s thigh, he knew something was wrong. “Shane?” My eyes widened and my voice got caught in my throat. Mason’s hand grasped the one I had on his thigh. “Shane, baby, what’s wrong?”
“Ma…Mason, my water just broke,” I answered, not sure it I was excited, anxious or scared all to hell.
Mason jumped up off the couch and loomed over me. “Are you sure?”
I couldn’t stop the sarcasm. “It’s that, or I really can’t hold my pee any longer.”
The second he closed his eyes in patience, I knew it was going to be okay.
Mason made everything always okay.
He reached down and pulled me up off the couch, helping me to stand. As soon as I was steady, we both looked down and saw that I was, indeed, soaked.
Mason cradled my face in his hands. “Are you even having contractions?”
I couldn’t help but wince. I knew my answer was going to upset him. “Yeah…”
“Since when, Shane?” he growled.
“I started feeling them yesterday, but they weren’t very strong, and they were really far apart,” I reasoned. “I just…” I just hadn’t wanted to turn him into a raving lunatic sooner than need be.
“And today? Now?”
Even though I knew Mason would never hurt me, the man was all hell, fire and brimstone when he was pissed. It was rather scary. “A little closer…”
He stepped back from me and dug his fingers in hair and pulled. That’s when I knew he was close to losing it. “Goddamn it, Shane! Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me you were contracting?” Then his eyes widened. “Holy shit, woman! What if I had had my face buried in your pussy and your goddamn water had broken then?!”
I couldn’t help it.
I started laughing at the picture he just painted. I laughed and I couldn’t stop, and the laughs were putting pressure on my stomach.
“This is not funny, Shane,” Mason added, trying his hardest to keep a straight face, but I knew my husband well. It was all of ten seconds later and he was laughing right along with me. “Shane!”
I finally stopped laughing. “Mason, can you yell at me later?” I pleaded. “I think we need to get going here.”
His face paled like, suddenly, he realized we were about to have a baby. “Oh, shit!” Mason started stepping left, then right, and I was surprised he hadn’t turned in a circle, he looked so confused.
It was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen.
Mason Buchanan in a panic.
I reached out and grabbed arms, sliding my hands downwards, until I was holding his hands in mine. “Mason…breathe. It’s going to be fine.”
Mason stopped and took my face in his hands. Looking into my eyes, he said, “It better damn well be, Shane.” The desperation in his voice warmed my heart. “It has to be, baby. You two have to be fine or I’d never survive it.”
Chapter 3
Aiden Buchanan~
“I still can’t believe you let them beat us to it,” I said, my voice full of accusation. “Hell, you even let Gabe and Justice beat us.”
Denise turned around, from where she was making lunch, to look at me. She pointed the knife she was using to cut sandwiches with at me. “Will you get over it already?”
I narrowed my eyes at my wife from where I sat at the kitchen island. “No, I will not,” I retorted. “Gabriel and Justice should have been third as God had intended.” Denise rolled her eyes and turned her back on me.
How rude.
“If you’re capable of being serious for one second, in all actuality, Gabriel and Justice should be first since they’ve been together the longest,” she said, trying to sound all sane and logical.
