Chapter Eight
Evangeline
“So…?” Kamii taunts as she greets me when I enter her office. “What did you think about last night? I didn’t see you hook up with anyone before we left. Did you take my advice?”
I sit down, smiling at her. “I thought you were crazy when you said to watch the first time I was there, but when I walked in, I guess I was more surprised with it all than I thought I’d be.”
“Oh yeah, I remember my first night.” Her eyes glaze over with memories of her past. “Did you see anyone you were interested in at least?”
“Yes, two guys, actually.”
“Two guys? Wait, were they together, with just one girl?”
“Yeah, you know who I’m talking about?”
She smiles brightly like she has a hidden secret but keeps it to herself, instead saying, “Well then, look at you.” She leans back in her chair. “So are you going back tonight?”
“No, I may like kinky things, but the whole BDSM world isn’t for me.”
“They won’t be there anyway, so you’re in luck. They only come on Thursday and Saturday nights.”
“Are they always together?”
“Yup. Not with each other that way, but always them and one girl.”
I eye her smirk before starting in. “You fucked them!”
She goes to cover her guilty-as-sin face but reaches down instead, grabbing her stomach. “Holy schmoly!” she states in shock as she grits her teeth together tightly.
I quickly stand up and walk around her desk where she’s hunched over. “What’s wrong?”
She takes a few seconds to recover before inhaling a deep breath and then sits back in her chair. “I’ve been having sharp pains off and on all morning. I thought they were just Braxton Hicks but that one was different.”
“Just relax and I’ll go get you some water.”
I leave the room and walk to the water cooler, pouring her a cup. Before I make it back to her office, I hear her yelp in pain again, so I run to see her standing, gripping the table so hard it looks like she’s going to break it off.
“You have to breathe, Kamii. Don’t hold it in. You’ll make it worse.”
She shakes her head defiantly, not saying a word until the contraction has passed, and she turns her head to look at me with fear written all over her face.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm her down with my motions. “Hun, I think you’re in labor,” I say, walking over to her desk and placing the water down.
“I’m scared,” she whispers, squinting her eyes.
I rub her back. “I know. You got this, girl. Let’s call Preston and get you to a hospital.”
“Please come with me,” she begs, gripping my arm.
Shit. This is the last thing I want to be involved in. I don’t know if I can take it. When my eyes meet hers, though, I know I can’t say no, so I don’t. Instead, I nod. Holding my breath as I stand her up, I pray to God I’m strong enough to do this.
When we got to the hospital, Kamii begged for me to be in the room with her.
The monitor next to the bed shows a spiked line, meaning Kamii’s contractions are hitting hard. Sweat pours down the side of her face. She’s squeezing her eyes and gritting her teeth as the spike continues to climb.
I want to tell her the pain will fade soon, that once the baby is out it will all pass, and she’ll hardly remember the feeling, but I don’t.
Instead, I rub her head and help her count, encouraging her to breathe until the line begins to fall, and she’s offered a brief reprieve until the next.
