Devon nodded. “Pretty sure! Unless I just pissed my pants.”
Everyone’s eyes went to Devon’s crotch, and, sure enough, it was wet.
“Wow!” Ollie eyes widened.
Ronin shook his head. “We’re not going anywhere.” His mate grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed, if Ollie had to guess, he would say Ryder.
“Hey, Ry, where are you?” Ronin glanced at Ollie, and then he looked over to where Roman was standing as still as a statue.
Although at the sound of Ronin speaking, he took Devon’s hand and began talking to him in a soft voice, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay.
“That’s great because you need to get your ass here, right away. Like now. Devon is in labor.” Ronin chuckled. “I know… holy fuck is right. Okay, yeah, we’ll see you then.”
Since he only heard Ronin’s end of the call, he wasn’t sure what was said even though he would have if he’d paid attention.
Ronin hung up and focused on Devon and Roman. “He’ll be here in a few. He’s not far away since he was at the Jenkin’s. Their youngest pup had a little fever.”
Roman nodded dumbly, and Ollie would bet he had no idea who Ronin was speaking of at that moment.
“Thank heavens for a doctor in the family,” Ollie said.
“Owwwwwwwooooooo…” Devon screamed, his face contorted in pain.
It made it quite evident that shit was getting real and that Devon was about to have his baby.
“Just breathe,” Roman’s voice was low and soothing, even as he looked at them panicked when Devon’s eyes were squeezed shut.
“You fucking breathe,” Devon hissed between deep breaths. “This fucking hurts.”
Ollie's eyes widened at his friend's cursing.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be here,” Ronin whispered. “Give them some privacy, you know.”
He could also read that Ronin didn’t want him to freak out seeing Devon have his pup when he would have to go through the same thing soon.
Ollie took a deep breath, then shook his head. “I want to be here. I want to support them. I’m fine.” Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the best idea because seeing Devon in pain was, well, making him freak out…
“I’m really okay.” He figured if he said it out loud, it would be true.
“Ooooooo fuuckkkkkkkkk!” Devon screamed, his eyes bulging in his face.
“You’re doing great!” Roman praised, even though he’d seen him wince at how hard his hand was being squeezed.
“Shut the fuck up,” Devon snapped at Roman.
That got a chuckle out of Ollie, and Ronin glanced over to him. “You’re laughing because you’re gonna say that to me, right?”
Ollie snickered. “Maybe.”
Ronin laughed, and then they heard the door open, and Ryder appeared a moment later.
“Just in time.” Roman’s voice was filled with so much relief it was comical. “I think he’s about ready to have this thing.”
“Thisthingbeing your baby,” Ryder pointed out chuckling.
“Okay. So Devon, Roman is going to have to carry you into the bedroom.” Even as he spoke to Devon, Ryder gave Roman a get-to-it look.
Roman immediately put his arms under his mate and lifted him, walking him in the opposite direction of the kitchen to what Ollie assumed was a guest room.
