"I'm going to leak on you!"she cries.
"I don't give a flying fuck," I growl, pressing my lips to her temple.I've had my tongue in her ass.I think I can handle a little amniotic fluid.
The first contraction hits halfway back to the car.She yelps, digging her nails into my shoulder."Babe the Blue Ox, that hurts!"
I race her to the SUV and plant her ass in the seat, buckling her in as she writhes through the contract.I'm the world's biggest asshole for getting her pregnant again.It's my dick's fault.He can't stay out of her.
"Breathe, baby," I croon."You know how to do it."
"Deacon, please drive," she whimpers, breaking my heart.
I press my lips to her forehead and shut her door, jogging to the driver's side.As soon as my ass is in the seat, we're on the road, racing back down the mountain toward the nearest hospital.
"You doing okay, Sunshine?"
"Yes," she whispers."The contraction stopped."
I exhale a relieved breath.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
She sits back in her seat.
Approximately sixty seconds later, the next contraction hits.
There's no fucking way we're making it to the hospital.
"Deacon!"she cries."Drive faster!"
"I'm driving, baby.But I can only go so fast.I'm not going to risk killing you or the baby to get us there," I say.
"I can't have a baby in the car."
"I don't think you have a choice, Sunshine.He's coming."
"Why does nature hate me?"she cries.
If she wasn't so scared, I'd laugh.
* * *
"Deacon?"she whispers, clinging to my hand an hour later as the ambulance loads her into the back."Are you sure the baby is okay?"
"Yeah, Sunshine," I promise, pressing my lips to her forehead."He's good.You did good."
We didn't make it to the hospital.We didn't even make it down the damn mountain.Our boy decided he was ready to make his entrance, and that was that.I delivered him on the side of the road…though truthfully, I didn't do a whole hell of a lot.She had that shit handled.I just did what I was told.What can I say?I may have been a firefighter in a past life, but my wife is a superhero in this one.
The paramedics grabbed the baby up as soon as they got here—five minutes too late—and started checking him over, but he's doing great.He's a big boy, just like his brothers.We named him Atlas.
"We're never having sex again," she mumbles, making one of the EMTs chuckle.
I shoot him a hard glare.He quickly zips it and busies himself with supplies.
"Whatever you want, Sunshine," I say, knowing she doesn't mean it.As soon as she bounces back, she'll be rearing to go again."Maybe four should be our limit."
"What?"She blinks at me, suddenly more alert than she was two seconds ago."You don't want more babies?But I want a girl."
