“This whole birthing thing is rough on a man,” her father stated solemnly.
“I’m fine, Daddy,” Brie reminded him.
“You have no idea what it’s like being your father, young lady.”
She looked at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”
He frowned at her. “You always test my limits.”
Brie giggled. “You act as if I’m your Domme.”
Her father stared at her, the expression on his face so comical that she burst out laughing.
Before he could take offense, Sir clapped him on the back. “Why don’t we get the ladies some hot tea?”
After they left the room, her mother scolded Brie. “You really shouldn’t tease your father like that.”
“But, Mom…”
When her mother met her gaze, Brie stopped mid-sentence, realizing how upset she was. “Brianna, how would you feel if you heard Hope was being rushed to the hospital? After everything that’s happened, your father has been beside himself. Give him a little grace, sweetheart. He loves you more than you know.”
“I know that, Mom. He just…has a rough way of showing it.”
“I’ll admit he’s not sophisticated like Thane, but his heart is just as big.”
“It is,” Brie agreed.
Her mother gave her a crooked smile. “But I will never forget the look on his face just now. It was priceless…”
“I wish I’d had my camera out.”
They both started giggling.
When the men returned Brie was properly humble to her father and all was forgiven.
The next few hours pass by pleasantly. Then the contractions started getting more intense and lasting longer.
Luckily for Brie, the epidural made it painless. She could feel when the contractions were happening, but they didn’t hurt at all.
“I love epidurals,” she murmured happily.
Sir chuckled. “I must admit that this is a completely different experience from the first time.”
Brie smiled at him, then turned to her mother. “I’m sorry you didn’t get the chance to experience how awesome epidurals are.”
Her mom laughed. “Oh, Lord, there wasn’t time. One minute, I’m telling Bill we need to get to the hospital, and the next, I’m screaming, ‘The baby’s coming, the baby’s coming!’ as we pull up to the emergency room.”
Her father shook his head. “I almost had a heart attack on the drive there.”
“I’m sure my husband can relate,” Brie told her dad, gazing lovingly at Sir.
Her dad slapped him on the back. “You got her here safely and that’s the only thing that matters. Am I right?”
“Agreed,” Sir replied with a half-smile.
Dr. Glas walked into the room and asked her parents to leave so he could check her. “I see the contractions remain steady and strong. Let’s see how far you’ve progressed,” he stated, positioning himself between her legs.
Brie watched his expression with interest.