Page 10 of Bound by Love
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“That you and I are about to become parents.”
Sir smiled, his eyes flashing with excitement. “Yes we are, little mama.”
Brie caught Rytsar watching them with a tender look in his eye. The miracle of this moment—having both men with her for delivery—struck her full force, and she began to cry.
“What’s wrong, Brie?” Sir asked, concerned.
Rytsar, however, took a more direct approach. “Someone get a doctor, now!”
Brie waved away the nurse who responded to Rytsar’s request. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just feeling a little emotional.”
The nurse smiled and nodded, giving Rytsar an inviting wink as she headed back to her station.
Brie had to admit the Russian was impressive. No matter the situation, he commanded the attention of women who couldn’t help but respond to his dominance.
Sir wheeled Brie to the elevator and pressed the button, telling her, “They have a room ready for you upstairs. We’ll remain there until this little girl graces the world.”
Brie grabbed his hand for reassurance. “And she is going to be perfectly fine.”
“Of course,” he answered. “Our girl is simply a little early.”
“Moye solntseis strong,” Rytsar stated.
Brie turned to him and, for a brief moment, she saw a vision of his broken body the day he returned to them. “I’m so happy you are here with us, Rytsar.”
“I’ve lived for this day,” he said, winking at her.
Brie looked up at Sir again. “I re—” Suddenly, she doubled over as her whole abdomen erupted in pain.
“What is it, Brie?”
“Oh God, it hurts. It hurts!”
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Sir wheeled her out, calmly demanding help from the staff. The nurses immediately directed the three of them to the room she was to give birth in, and Sir lifted her up onto the bed while the nurse set to work.
Brie saw the worried expressions on the men’s faces, and heard Rytsar mutter to himself, “I hate hospitals…”
She closed her eyes, whimpering as another wave of pain gripped her.
“Breathe through it, Brie,” Sir commanded.
The nurse worked quickly, hooking her up to monitors, before slipping an IV into her vein. The doctor came in shortly after.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Glas. I was told your water broke within the last hour.”
“That’s correct,” Sir answered as Brie worked through the wave of pain.
“I’m going to check your cervix as soon as the contraction passes to assess where we are right now.”
Brie was charmed by the doctor’s Scottish accent and comfortable manner. She nodded her head when the pain had passed.
He slipped his fingers in and smiled as he felt the opening of her cervix. Stripping off his gloves, her told her, “You husband was right to get you here early. It appears the babe is determined to come without delay.”
“But isn’t it too early?” Brie asked, unable to hide the panic she felt.
“Mrs. Davis, there is no reason for concern. Her vitals are good, as are yours. All you need to concentrate on now is getting this wee one out.”
