Page 51 of Giving It to the Enemy

“Fuck off, asshole. I was in there, and I’d still be there if it wasn’t for my damn wife demanding that I be kicked out of the room. She is an evil woman, and right now, she’s in trouble.”

Saint laughed.

Elena had woken in the middle of the night, gasping and crying out in pain. Her waters had broken, and the contractions had been close together. He’d never in all of his life felt so much fear as listening to Elena cry out. The entire Hell’s Wolves had woken up with his urgency to get her to the hospital. No one was allowed to stay in bed, and he’d taken the car, rushing toward the hospital. He’d called Saint on the way, and now he stood with his brother-in-law. From the beginning he’d been by his wife’s side, holding her hand as she screamed out in pain, encouraging her, and maybe shouting at the doctors and midwives who were in the room.

After about five minutes of him telling them how to do their job, Elena had sent him out to see her brother. She didn’t want him in the room.

He’d failed her.

Saint burst out laughing. “Women do this all the time. Penny did it a couple of weeks ago. Rage didn’t go crazy.”

“Wait until it’s your woman in there. Women still die during giving birth. I’ve read all the books.” The stash of pregnancy books was hidden beneath the bed, and he read them every single night when Elena had fallen asleep. He was going to be prepared for everything.

Saint stopped laughing. “I know my sister, and she’s one hell of a fighter.”

Pipe hoped she was. He sat down, and stared at the door, waiting for any sign that his wife was okay. If she died, he was going to kill every single motherfucker in the room who allowed her to die.

Planning all of their deaths, he was about ready to go and get his steel pipe when a nurse left the room.

“Your wife will see you now.”

He didn’t need telling twice, and he rushed past the woman, going straight to the main room.

Elena sat in the bed, looking exhausted, and in her arms was a little bundle. “Daddy’s here to see you.”

Her eyes were twinkling, and he walked up toward her, cupping her cheek. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so damn happy. We’ve got a daughter, Pipe. A beautiful, healthy, baby girl.”

She took hold of his hand, and he allowed himself the pleasure of looking at his daughter. The moment he did, Pipe knew he was never going to be the same again. He would die for Elena and his baby girl.

Saint cleared his throat, and they both beckoned him forward.

“You’ve got a niece, Saint,” Elena said.

“Fuck, she’s going to be the most cared for baby girl in the world,” Saint said.

Pipe kissed her head and reached out to stroke his daughter’s cheek. Right then, she opened her eyes, and stared up at him. The instinct to protect her was strong.

“Bluebell,” he said. “We’ll call her Bluebell.”

He held his wife, and as Elena fell asleep, he took Bluebell, who was also asleep, in his arms. Both of his girls were asleep, protected in his arms, and it was exactly how it was going to stay.

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