Page 127 of Wicked Deceit
I swear to all things holy, their dicks are never touching me again. They can have each other! No more sexy nights of passion in the hot tub! Gahhhh!! I huff out breaths, tapping my toes on the ground again.
Professor King nods, grabbing my iPad. He taps a few times, scratching at his chin. And then, for the first time in his life, he smiles. "And now you're done. Please exit the classroom, and good luck."
Did douchebag extraordinaire finish my final for me? Whatever. I'm not asking questions, and I'm out. I need the hospital. And my boys. And not in that order.
“Good luck,” Alex whispers, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
“Thanks,” I croak, giving him an awkward smile and high tail it out of the classroom, as fast as my waddle allows me.
I huff a breath, making it as far as the front door of the entrance before I have to stop and lean against the cool wall. Sweat pours from every surface of my body, and my stomach tightens.
Breathe in and out. In and out. Fucking breathe through it! My God. How do women do this all the time? Like, how? Ugh.
A warm hand glides against my lower back. "I had a bad feeling in my fucking gut. Something nagged me to come and fucking get you," Carter whispers in the softest voice.
"It hurts so bad," I whimper. Tears trail down my cheeks, dripping off my quivering chin. I was so strong for so damn long, now he's here. I can let it go and lean on my support system—the perks of having more than one boyfriend.
"I know," he says softly, rubbing a hand over my tightened stomach. "I know it hurts, Sweetheart, but I think we need to get you into the car and get your sexy ass to the hospital." Thankfully, he keeps his tone calming when he whispers in my ear, and I melt into a puddle. Gripping my hand, he leads me away from the wall and pulls me into his body. His arms immediately wrap around me, securing me in his warm cocoon of support.
"I'm here! I'm fucking—ah," Seger stops before us, bending at the waist, wheezing through his nose. He bends over, recovering with his hands on his knees. Sweat stains every inch of his shirt and hair as he tries to catch his breath to speak again but has difficulty getting the words out.
Carter raises a brow. "Did you run from the fucking house?"
Seger waves his phone around, nodding. "Alex," he gasps. "He texted and said she was in fucking labor."
"Yes, yes, I am. Now, can we please get me to the hospital?" I blow a breath out from between my parted lips, finally coming down from the contraction keeping me captive.
Seger straightens, dusting off his jeans. His brows crinkle, coming to stand in front of me. "We got you, Angel. Don't worry." His voice softens, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Well, we're in luck. I grabbed the damn Suburban to get here." Carter says, dragging me along. And I do mean drag. If it weren't for them, I'd still be against the wall, unable to move.
My feet shuffle on the sidewalk as we make our way toward Carter’s Suburban parked not too far away. Seger and Carter each take a hand, ambling beside me, but I can sense the tension bubbling beneath the surface.
"How long?" Seger asks in a soothing but irritated voice, and by the way his hand tightens on mine, he’s going to explode.
Ah—and there it is. The tension is about to come to a head when I tell them I’ve been having contractions since this morning. I bite my lip, contemplating how to answer his questions.
Carter huffs, rolling his eyes toward the sky. "By the look on her face, I'd guess since before her final."
"Damn it, Angel," Seger growls, narrowing his eyes at me.
"It takes like, a full day for a baby to come." I grit my teeth as a fresh wave of pain roars through my stomach and brings us to a halt.
I force lungfuls of air into my lungs as the pain digs in deeper. Dare I say going through labor is more painful than getting stabbed in the stomach. I think I’d rather take that knife again than go through this multiple times. The boys bracket themselves around me, holding me up so my knees don’t buckle from beneath me. Pressure builds in my abdomen, ratcheting higher and higher until something explodes, and wetness pours out of me onto the sidewalk. My eyes pop open, and a desperate need to push washes over me. Almost like I need to use the restroom, and from all of Zeppelin's research, I know what it means.
"What?" Carter asks, pulling back to search my face. His palms cup my cheeks, forcing my frantic eyes to look into his. His eyes travel south to the wet sidewalk, and he curses.
"Fuck!" Seger says with urgency, whipping out his phone."We need to go," I rasp through the pain. "I need to push, Grumpy. Like, it's urgent." His brown eyes widen, and he hoists me into his arms bridal style and takes off down the sidewalk, leaving Seger behind.
"Get the damn hospital bag! It's fucking time!" Seger shouts into the phone, presumably to Zepp, who works at home. He jogs behind us, pulling at his hair with worry lines taking over his features. "Well, swing by; Carter's got the family burb."
A few months ago, Carter went out and bought a top-of-the-line Suburban. Three rows of seats, plenty of room for all of us, and a bunch of kids. Yeah, the guys insist we are doing this again. And again. And again. They want a little army of tiny humans. Hence, the big Suburban we take together—the family car. But I have news for those assholes….
"Breathe," Carter mumbles into my hair. "You have to keep breathing."
A hoarse cry falls from my lips. My fingers dig into Carter's shoulder, nails biting through his shirt. He pounds the pavement, trying not to jostle me. The cramping pain intensifies in my abdomen again. I throw my head back, screaming to the sky. My agony can be heard throughout campus, causing the birds to lift from the trees. Several students meander on the quad looking at us, but I don’t give a shit.
"Just hold on, Sweetheart! We are almost to the car!" Carter says in a panic, running full speed to the car.
