Olivia rushes off but is back quickly with Malakai who takes Willow’s other side.
“I don’t have my bag!” Willow cries as we move herthrough the house and toward the door.
“I’ll get it,” Olivia promises.
We help Willow into the front seat of the SUV and once the door is closed, I rush around to the driver’s side, ripping the door open as another contraction leaves Willow crying and breathless.
“Is there going to be enough time?” Malakai frowns, grimacing as he watches Willow.
“There better be,” I snap, “Meet us at the hospital.”
I don’t wait for him to respond as I slam the door and press my foot on the gas, tearing down the long drive of the estate. It’s long passed evening and darkness surrounds us so I have to take the roads slower than I would like to. I won’t put either Willow or our baby at risk.
Her cries of pain tear me apart.
“Oh god!” She screams, her hand lashing out to grip my arm tightly, nails cutting into my skin and drawing blood. I keep my pain to myself. “No, it’s too quick. It can’t be happening yet!”
“What do you mean?” I snap in panic.
“I need to push!” She cries.
“What!? No! Not yet!”
“Pull over,” She pleads before she cries out, her scream rattling my bones. “Oh god!”
I pull the SUV over to the side of the road. Is this normal? I mean I read the books and I know labor has its own speed, but it’s not even been an hour! We’re nowhere near the hospital.
I rip the door open and rush around to Willow’s side, opening her door.
“Bast,” She begs, “Fuck, it hurts.”
What do I do!?
“She’s coming,” Willow cries, “I can’t stop!”
“Okay baby,” I soothe, pushing at the ends of her wedding dress but it’s so tight I can’t get it up her legs. “I need to rip this.”
“What?” She yells.
I tear the dress up, ripping the fabric in two and then shove the lace and silk out of the way and then remove her soaked underwear.
“I’ll buy a new one,” I promise at the same time she lets out a loud cry that echoes through the darkness around us.
Oh shit, she’s crowning.
“Fuck,” I hiss. We’re doing this. We’re delivering this baby on the side of the damn road. I don’t hear Malakai and Olivia pull up behind us, only registering when I hear Malakai demanding what’s happening.
“Phone an ambulance,” I order, “She’s coming rightfucking now.”
I push the panic and the fear away and focus on Willow, “Lift your leg, baby, we’re going to have a baby.”
She cries out and it’s only then I notice Olivia is in the driver’s seat and she’s keeping Willow upright, letting her lean on her since her legs are out of the car and she’s draped across the center console.
“Push,” I order her, and she does, her cry breaking my damn heart but in the next two minutes I have a crying, newborn baby in my arms.
“Ambulance is five minutes out,” Malakai tells me, stopping short when he sees the tiny bundle I have in my arms. “Holy shit.”
“I need towels or blankets or something,” I rush out in panic, “Now!”
