He groans my name a moment before leaning down and taking my mouth in a deep kiss. My whole body relaxes into the bed. We stay that way for a few minutes, simply enjoying being connected to each other.
“It didn’t work. Those books are bullshit.”
“Starting to think you’re using them as an excuse to have more sex with me.” He slowly pulls out of me. I hold my hands out, and he helps me sit up.
“They said orgasms and possibly semen could start labor.”
“She’ll come when she’s ready.” He kisses the top of my head before picking up my robe off the floor. I take it, slide it on, and stand. The second I do, I feel a small pop and release. We both look down.
“Is that—?” Paxton doesn’t fully finish his question.
“My water broke, or I peed myself.”
“Sunshine?”
“It’s time,” I tell him, my hand flying out to grab his bicep as a contraction hits me. I breathe through it. Holy crap, it was like a punch to the gut. I would know, I’ve taken enough of them sparring with my cousins and brothers over the years.
“Was that—” Again, he doesn’t finish, and his face appears whiter. “Did that hurt?”
“It was okay.” I shrug. I don’t want to alarm him. “Get the bag,” I tell him.
“Right, the bag.” He stands there, not moving an inch.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
I punch his arm.
“Okay, I might be freaking out.” He can’t control or predict what will happen next. I realize that’s what’s flooding his mind right now. “My girls?—”
“You are going to be okay.”
His hands cup my face. “I love you,” I say before he can.
“I love you, too.” He takes a deep breath and then kisses me before bolting to get the bag he put together months ago before helping me get dressed.
When we make it downstairs, my parents are standing there. “We’ll drive,” my dad says. Paxton must have texted them.
Another contraction hits me when we get into the car. “Are you having one right now?” Paxton asks. I nod.
“Really?” Mom turns to peer back at me. I simply nod again. “You didn’t make a sound.”
“I didn’t need to.” Did they want me to scream? I suppose I can. “Would you like me to do so next time?” I could fake it. Sure, it hurt, but I can take it.
“No, honey, you do what feels right for you.”
This is actually the least scary part to me about the whole pregnancy and having a baby. I know what my body is capable of, and I will bring my little girl into this world.
Mom laughs, while my father and Paxton keep straight faces, unreadable to everyone else, but I know Paxton is freaking out on the inside. It’s interesting. He never freaks out. I have never known a more calm and calculated person in my life, but that’s the thing; this really can’t be calculated.
Paxton takes my hand into his. I give it a small squeeze each time I have a contraction knowing he wants to be aware of them.
When we get to the hospital, everything is already set up so that we have privacy and security in place. Paxton made sure of this. It might be overkill, but it was what he wanted. From a man that gives me anything I ask for, whenever I get the chance to return that, I do.
The doctor comes in and starts to check me over. “I think it’s time,” I tell her as a contraction hits me again. This one is hard. I grunt and squeeze Paxton’s hand.
“They’re almost on top of each other,” Paxton tells her as I breathe through it.
