Page 106 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell (Rock Canyon, Idaho 7)

“You’re right. That feels really, really good.”

Gracie relaxed once more. When Gracie and Pip had moved in after the wedding, there’d been several changes to her style. Gracie had convinced Eric to let her keep her princess bed and they’d moved it into Pip’s room. It was the one room that Eric had let her go crazy girly with. For the rest of the house, she preferred more rustic décor, which Eric went along with.

Fuzz was stretched out on the other couch, watching them curiously in the candlelight. Gracie had finally given up trying to keep the massive dog off the furniture. At nearly a hundred and fifty pounds, the vet thought he was probably a Newfoundland mix instead of a lab, but despite his ginormous size, the dog thought he was a lapdog. Most nights, their bed was taken over by both Pip and Fuzz. Pip usually slept between them, while Fuzz would lie across their feet.

As if he knew she was watching, Fuzz’s tail flipped to the side and he let one rip. Gracie wrinkled her nose as Eric laughed. Fuzz couldn’t do any wrong in his eyes.

Gracie had to admit that she loved the big, drooling fart factory.

It was a good thing Eric had set candles around the room, or the smell might have bothered Gracie. On the coffee table were several yummy treats: chocolate-covered strawberries, her half-eaten burger from Jensen’s, and a pitcher of virgin Sex on the Beach.

Her husband was really quite romantic.

Suddenly, a cramp seized her abdomen, and she gasped. Fuzz sprang off the couch and was in her face, licking her while she tried to push him back.

Eric told him to stay and hovered over her, concern etched across his face. “Gracie? What’s the matter?”

The sensation of warm wetness soaked her between her legs and through her robe.

“Eric…”

“So, help me, if you are screwing with me again, woman, I am going to—”

“I’m pretty sure my water just broke.”

Eric’s eyes went wild, and he leaped from the couch. “How do you know?”

“Gee, I don’t know…’cause I’m soaked through and my belly feels really tight?”

Without another word, Eric ran out of the room and down the hallway, Fuzz barking frantically behind him.

Gracie tried to swing into a sitting position, but she was going to need help. Eric came back moments later with the overnight bag she’d had packed for weeks, another nightgown, and her boots. Fuzz went back to her side, sniffing her and whimpering. She stroked the dog’s fur and kissed him on top of the head.

“I’m okay, buddy.” She shrugged off her robe and added, “Blow out the candles, okay?”

Eric handed her the new nightgown and went around the room, blowing loudly.

“Are you panicking?” she asked.

He stopped after the last one, grinning sheepishly. “A little.”

“Just take a breath, babe. Everything’s going to be fine.”

* * *

“Oh my God, something is wrong!” Gracie hollered as another contraction ripped through her body. They’d made it to the hospital when her contractions were four minutes apart, and the doctor had assured her it wouldn’t be long.

Ten hours later, she really wanted to know his definition of “not long.”

Her mom was on the other side of the hospital bed, holding one hand while Eric held the other.

“No, baby, this is just what labor without drugs feels like,” her mother said.

“Like my vajayjay is about to explode?” Gracie shrieked.

“Yes, just like that.”

“Well, that’s some bullshit!”

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