"Seriously, guys. I can walk to the background without breaking. I promise."
With those reassuring words I leaned forward, using the counter to brace myself and stood, hearing the stool I was sitting on go sliding across the concrete floor.
"See?" I smiled at everyone hoping they'd go back to what they were doing and then I turned to walk with Joe.
And that's when the floodgates opened.
"Oh."
Regan's gaze dropped to the ground at my feet and her jaw dropped.
"Boyd?"
Crosswalk turned to look at her. "Hmm?"
"Boyd! Call Thief."
The prospect got up off of his stool near the door and looked around for any sign of danger.
What a sweet summer child he was.
"Boyd!"
He snapped to attention as if his General had caught him napping. "What?"
I gave him what mercy I could as I felt a kickass contraction hit me at the base of my spine. "I'm in labor, Crosswalk. Can you drive me to the hospital?"
Regan took one look at his poleaxed expression and sighed. "I'll drive you."
From that moment until Logan arrived at my bedside, Regan took control of the situation, and I was happy to let her.
I thought I was prepared for labor, but the joke was on me, I was not in any way prepared for it.
Logan "Thief" Zane
I wanted to cut my own nuts off.
Sure, the baby that was basically splitting Arlys open wasn't made with my DNA but the thought of her going through this again?
Nope.
No way.
Not happening.
Between contractions, Arlys looked in my direction and I think she had a feeling where my thoughts were going, and she grabbed onto my arm with a grip that was better than some ofmy brothers managed when we sparred. "You're not cutting off anything, Logan. I'm going to do this at least two more times!"
"I don't agree, baby. I'm happy with one. There's no need to put yourself through this again."
One of the nurses gave me a look that said I was a fool or worse for saying anything.
When the contraction was over and she was panting and letting me wipe her brow, Arlys gave me a look.
That's when I bit my lip and chose to remain silent.
The nurse gave me a look that said I'd made the right choice.
And then, there was no time to talk because our baby, ourfirstbaby, decided it was time to make her appearance.
