Page 52 of The Ties That Bind
“It’s your secret power, Sir…”
He stood up and walked over to her. Tilting her head to one side, Sir kissed her throat, before biting down lightly. Chills coursed through her body and she momentarily forgot herself.
“Keep stirring,” he reminded her gently.
Brie came back to her senses and resumed stirring the hot chocolate while Sir got two mugs from the cupboard.
“Let me do the honors,” he insisted, taking the small saucepan and pouring an equal amount of the warm chocolate into both.
Sir handed her a mug and escorted her to their back patio where they could drink in privacy while still enjoying the sound of the ocean.
It was the start of a perfect day.
Brie smiled as she sipped the decadent drink and felt the baby kick as if she or he was reacting to the yumminess of it. “I think our little one loves Nonna’s chocolate, too.”
Sir placed his hand on her stomach and grinned when he felt the baby’s hard kick. “This one is certainly active today.”
Brie laughed. “I bet she or he is going to be a world-renowned soccer player.”
While she sat there, trying to leisurely sip her hot chocolate, Brie had to continually readjust her position because the baby wouldn’t stop moving. Finally, she set the mug down, conceding defeat. “I guess the baby likes it a little too much,” she giggled. “I better not drink anymore.”
Sir looked at her with sympathy and picked up her mug, stating, “Let’s check out those blueprints, then.”
As Brie was following him inside, she felt a sudden gush of warmth between her legs. The blood drained from her face and she cried, “Sir…”
He turned to see the puddle of water at her feet.
“Not again,” Brie whimpered.
Sir instantly took control of the situation. “We’ve been through this before,” he assured her as he escorted her inside.
He immediately called Dr. Glas. “Brianna’s water just broke. We’re heading to the hospital right now.”
Sir then asked her, “How far apart are the contractions?”
She shook her head. “I can’t tell…the baby is so active.”
“Dr. Glas says he is going to meet us at the hospital.”
Brie’s bottom lip began to tremble. “I’m scared, Sir.”
“Don’t be, babygirl. I can get you to the hospital quickly, but if you prefer an ambulance, I’ll arrange it.”
“No, I’d rather you drive, Sir.”
Keeping a calm demeanor, Sir helped Brie dress in fresh clothes and quickly packed an overnight bag for her. As he escorted her to the Lotus, he explained, “I know this isn’t easy for you to get in and out of, but she’ll get us there much faster.”
Brie nodded as she took his hand and he helped her into the vehicle. She’d thought she had seen him drive fast before, but that wasn’t even close to how fast he was driving now.
With laser focus, Sir weaved in and out of traffic, punching the gas to the floor whenever there was room. Brie had never been so grateful for the sports car or his ability to drive it past the limits.
Not surprisingly, they soon heard the sound of a blaring siren behind them.
Sir kept his gaze forward and told her, “I’m not stopping. Call 911 and tell them we are headed to the hospital.”
She hurriedly grabbed the phone out of her purse, unable to stop her hands from shaking as she dialed the number. Sir rattled off his license plate number when they asked.
“Sir, they say to slow down and let the police car get in front of you so they can escort you to the hospital safely.”
