Page 117 of Indecent Ventures

“Are you their driver?”

“No, I’m their friend. Their husbands are out of town, and I was keeping an eye on them. They both went into labor.”

“Lucky you.”

“Can you help me or not? We’re wasting time.”

“I’ll grab one wheelchair and you grab the other.”

We quickly wheel them out to the car and get the girls seated.

I’ve got Reagan and the nurse has Skylar. I’m following her to what I assume is the maternity ward.

Reagan reaches up for my hand. “I have a contraction coming.” I grab her hand and she squeezes mine in a way that I wonder if I’ll ever have full use of it again, but I just let her do what she needs to.

I yell, “Bear down! Bear down!”

She screams, “What the fuck does that mean, Collin?”

“I don’t know. I’ve heard it in movies.”

“Don’t talk. Ever again”

“Okay.”

I look over at Skylar. She seems much calmer. Perhaps I should have wheeled her instead.

While we’re on the elevator, I see her grip the armrest hard and squeeze her eyes shut. She’s having a contraction but trying to play it cool.

I reach for her hand. She looks up at me and I nod, bracing myself for a lifetime of having to jerk off with my other hand.

She squeezes it through her contraction. When it’s done, she releases me. “Thank you.”

“Sure thing. I’ll send you a bill for my hand reconstruction surgery.”

We reach the maternity ward floor and I immediately make my way to the front desk. The administrator looks at our situation. “Are…you the father?”

I nod. “Yes, my sperm is so potent that I impregnated two women at once.” I wink. “Same night.”

Her eyes widen.

Reagan yells, “Collin! Cut it out.” She looks at the nurse. “We don’t know this guy. He was our Uber driver. Kick him out of the hospital.”

The nurse looks between us. “Should I call security?”

Skylar pounds her fist on the armrest. “Will you two morons cut it out.” She looks at the nurse. “We’re sisters. Both of our husbands are on the way. They’re an hour out.” She nods toward me. “He’s a family friend who brought us here. Can you please find us a couple of beds? My contractions are six minutes apart. Hers are four.”

I look at her in shock. “How did you know all that?”

“I pay attention. I’ve done this before. Multiple times.”

The nurse quickly completes the paperwork and motions for me to take one wheelchair while she takes the other.

“I was able to get them a double room together. This way.”

We enter the room, and a few nurses appear. They help the girls get changed, get into the beds, and hook them up to all kinds of devices and monitors. The monitors seem to know when contractions are coming. It’s like seeing a giant wave in the ocean that you know is going to knock you over, but you’re too far out and can’t do anything about it.

They’re alternating contractions. I run to whoever needs me in the moment.

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