Page 63 of Sin and Seduction

Suddenly, I feel a cramp that nearly takes me out, and I automatically know that it was a contraction. My water just broke, and I begin to panic.

“It wasn’t a glass. My water just broke,” I whisper.

“No, it didn’t. The glass is still in your hands,” he says, and I swear I could fucking smack him if I wasn’t in so much pain.

“No, not my glass, you fucking idiot! My water just broke as in I’m in goddamn labor!” I shout, and his blue eyes widen.

A light bulb clicks in his head, and he immediately goes to me, holding my arms and standing me upright as he rushes me to the door.

“Oh shit! We have to go, right now. My cars downstairs, we’ll take the elevator,” he says in an anxious voice, yanking the door open and pushing me outside.

I freeze and pull on his arm, stopping him from moving anymore.

“Wait! My hospital bag! I need it. It’s in the living room,” I say worriedly, and he rushes inside to grab it, running out in three seconds as he walks me to the elevator and pulls me inside.

He holds my arms and the bag and rushes me to his sports car as we get to the main floor of our upscale apartment building. He calls for a valet, and they pull his red Camero around front. I really wish he’d get a different car since he’s about to have a fucking kid, but I’m in too much pain to bitch. He puts my bag in his trunk and buckles me in. All I can do is breathe deep as the contractions get stronger. He peels away from the apartment and speeds to the hospital, I yell for him to slow down, but he ignores me.

I tried to distract myself and turn and look at the back seat, my jaw practically dropping as I see a brand new and expensive car seat installed in one of the seats.

“When did you do that?” I ask.

“Last week,” he says, biting his dirty fingernails anxiously.

“Why?” I ask, confused.

“Because we’re about to have a baby, Gabriela,” he says in an annoyed tone, but I ignore it.

“Dante and Emmie were going to take me home from the hospital. You didn’t have to put this in for weeks,” I say, staring at him as he drives like a bat out of hell.

“Yeah, well, I guess I like to be prepared sometimes,” he says in a clipped tone, sounding both angry and offended.

The rest of the drive is silent, and we pull up to the hospital. James grabs my bag and gently pulls me from the car, yelling for a nurse and a wheelchair as I take big and deep breaths. A nurse runs out and sets me down gently in a wheelchair, rolling me inside as I check in at the desk. Thank God my doctor works at this hospital, so I don’t have to wait for him to drive here. He’s been a godsend this entire pregnancy. Not to mention incredibly handsome and single. Not that it matters or anything.

“James, call my family, please. I need someone in the room with me. She’s coming quick; I can feel it,” I say worriedly, tears filling my eyes.

“I’m going with you,” he says, and I shake my head.

“Don’t argue with me, Gabriela. I will call them, but I’m going with you,” he says in a clipped tone, and before I can argue, nurses come to rush me into a delivery room.

“Who is this man?” they ask.

“The father,” he says before I can answer, walking with us to the room so we can finally meet our daughter.

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