“Nothing. You can go sit down and relax,” Payton ordered. “Let those babies recover from whatever debauchery their daddy just did to you.”
I burst out laughing. “Oh my god, now I’m going to be obsessing over what the babies will be telling their therapist when they’re old enough to speak.”
“It’s all good. We tell our kids we’ve put aside a psychiatric fund for them. Just start early.”
I grinned and went to find my man. He was sitting on the top of a picnic table, his feet on the bench below him, drinking a beer while he chatted with Ace and Knight, Cassidy and Kim’s men, respectively. I sat between his feet and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, scooting me closer. “Hey, sweetness.”
I smiled up at him. “Hey.”
“Congratulations on the twins,” Ace said. “You feelin’ good?”
“Thanks, and so far, yes. Today’s been a really good day,” I said. “I’m hoping that means the morning sickness is over.”
He smiled. “I remember those days. Cass hated life for a good four months with ours.”
“What did I do?” she asked, bringing a large platter over to Ace.
“Hated life for the first four months of your pregnancies.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Oh, god, yeah. It sucked. But then the heavens opened, and it was glorious the rest of the way through. Of course, I ate everything in sight, but lucky for me, my man likes a woman with a big ass.”
Ace laughed, pulling her against him and kissing her. “That I do.”
I rolled my eyes. Cassidy was a dancer. Primarily ballet, so the day that woman got a big butt would be the day the sky would fall.
“The kids just got here. Do you want the corn out here now?” Cassidy asked.
“Yeah, babe, that’d be great.”
Cassidy leaned her head in the door and called for Maverick, who dragged a huge bucket with fresh corn outside. His wife, Lily, and little girl Charleston followed.
“Hi guys,” Lily said, hugging me and Doc. “Welcome.”
“Thanks, honey,” I said.
Charley climbed onto my lap and patted my belly gently. “Baby?”
“Yep,” I said.
“Hi, baby.” She hugged my belly, and everyone cooed with love. She was the sweetest little girl on the planet.
“Doc!” Hatch bellowed. “Poppy’s water just broke.”
I set Charley on her feet as Doc jumped up from the table and rushed inside. “Where is she?”
“In our room,” Hatch said.
“Did you call 9-1-1?” Doc asked.
“Yeah, but she says she feels like she needs to push.”
“Okay, you got gloves? Clean towels, sterilized scissors, anything?”
“I know we got gloves and towels. I’ll see what else I can find.”
I followed Doc and Hatch upstairs and into Hatch’s bedroom, where Poppy was on all fours, groaning in obvious agony.
“Okay, sweetheart, you ready to have your baby?” Doc asked.
