“You’re leaving?” he asks, his concern growing as he sees Winter curled up in Bellamy’s arms.
Winter stifles a whimper and Mr. Duvall’s lips open into an “oh”.
“I see,” he says immediately. “I will facilitate the process of selling the rest of your paintings if that’s alright with you? It seems that you’re going to sell out of all the paintings you brought to show tonight.”
“I…really?” Bellamy asks, jaw dropping.
“They’re beautiful, and filled with emotions,” Mr. Duvall says. “Go take care of things. I’ll field questions as necessary.”
“Thank you,” Bellamy says gratefully. “Goodbye, Mr. Duvall.”
We drove today due to our very pregnant omega and alpha. Cassidy and Winter still walk for exercise, but they’ve bothbeen really exhausted by eight at night. They took naps so they wouldn’t fall asleep on their feet today, and now I’m glad they did.
Henri opens our doors, while Greig gets behind the wheel of the vehicle that’ll follow us.
“Oh. Will you be sure to call Ethan Thornefield, Henri? They’re going to take care of Bruno,” Abbott explains, getting behind the wheel.
“Of course,” he replies, shutting the door and jogging toward Greig.
Abbott has a heavy foot on the accelerator as he drives, which we all ignore as Winter buries her face in Bellamy’s shoulder and whines. I rub her back, watching as Cassidy breathes through a contraction.
Fuck. The hospital walked us through what to expect when we gave birth, and we reserved a double occupancy room for ourselves. Something told us that they would go into labor together.
Abbott drives right up to the lobby of labor and delivery, and I jump out of the car with Shiloh to ask for wheelchairs.
“Can I help you?” the nurse asks in a bored voice.
“We need wheelchairs, please. We have two women in very active labor,” Shi says.
“Well, what does that mean?” she asks.
“Regular contractions and one has her water broken,” I say in a guttural growl. “Now move.”
Jumping up as she hears how on edge I am, she and another person hand off wheelchairs.
Things move quickly as we wheel our girls into the hospital, while Henri takes care of our SUV for us. Intake happens with their presence because we already did all of our paperwork earlier, and thank fuck for that.
I would not have the patience for it, and even Abbott is growly as we get Cassidy and Winter into their hospital gowns.
“I don’t want to lay down!” Winter moans. “Please.”
“I got you, Beloved,” Bell says, his arms wrapping around her as he sways with her in a circle.
They’re so linked, it’s beautiful to see. I’m not jealous, I’m simply happy that Winter is getting what she needs.
“I do want to lay down,” Cassidy admits. “I have a feeling that this is going to take longer. It’s just pain and then a release.”
“Rest,” Shi suggests, helping her into the bed.
Moving behind her, I rub her back, happy to see that it helps as she relaxes into my hand. I refuse to stop even as her breathing gets deeper and slower. My eyes move to Abbott who is watching everything, and he shakes his head when he glances at Cass.
Good. She’s sleeping.
And so that’s how we continue on for the next few hours. Winter’s contractions get stronger, and her noises become more guttural as she slowly stops speaking as much.
“I’m just coming in to check on things,” the nurse says brightly, walking inside.
“Business as usual,” Shiloh replies, now on his knees behind Winter pushing in on her hips to relieve some tension.
