Mike took the opportunity to hightail it out of the room like he was on fire. Awesome.
“Did he just leave?” she screeched.
“Men are stupid and weak,” I muttered as I tilted my head to try to get a read on how long she had to go.
“I need the toilet,” she groaned as her head thudded against my arm. “Now.”
“That’s common. Don’t fight it.”
“I can’t shit in front of you. I don’t even do that in front of Mike.”
“Trust me, nine times out of ten, it’s just the baby pressing on your colon. Either way, you have to push.” She shook her head and let out a pained whimper. “I’m just going to let you go and check on the baby, okay?”
Her hand tightened into a bruising grip. “No, you’ll leave me too.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
She went quiet before a low growl rolled through her. Fuck, she was fighting the contraction, all because she was scared she was going to poop in front of me.
“Push, Charlotte.” I needed a little help. She shook her head and gritted her teeth. “Mike,” I shouted.
The bedroom door swung open, and Dave strode in, not at all phased that a woman was about to give birth in front of him. “Mike passed out.”
I had no idea why the pack’s chief of security was making house calls to a pair of fox shifters, but I’d take his stoicness over Mike’s hysterics any day.
“Fine, then can you take over here?”
Charlotte’s grip on my hand made me yelp. “No, you aren’t leaving.”
“I’m not, but I need to make sure that when your daughter makes her entrance, she does so safely. So Dave is going to be your squeezing partner.”
She frowned. “I’m not looking into the eyes of another man while I give birth.”
“Then look at his chin dimples or impressive pecs.”
Dave snorted and came to stand next to me. “I’m here.”
Charlotte eyeballed him, and I could see her weighing up her options as another contraction hit. “I need to poop,” she groaned.
Dave raised a brow. “That’s normal, right?”
“How many births have you been around?”
“A few. You can’t fault the wonder a new life brings.”
Did Dangerous Dave have a soft spot for newborns? I would never let him live that down.
“Fine, then you need to check if she’s crowning.”
Dave blinked. “Okay.”
He moved around the back of Charlotte. Another contraction hit, and Charlotte’s eyes flared with panic.
“Just push, sweetheart. It will be okay.”
An explosion happened. Not of the bomb variety, but of the bowel one. Behind her, covering the previously flowery pale blue and white wallpaper, was a spray of feces in an impressive range from floor to ceiling. In the middle of that wall was a pissed shifter covered in dripping poop. He blinked and bent slowly. I suppressed a snort at the clear outline of where he’d interrupted the blast zone.
“Is she out?” Charlotte asked hopefully.
