“I never could. Love you, Raine. I’ll be home earlytonight.”
Even with being the president and basically the boss now, Ryder still tried to beat everyone to the shop in the morning to make sure the paperwork was all situated fortheday.
Sinking into the nice warm water, I beamed with pride that my husband was such a wonderful man, provider, and outlaw. I knew most people wouldn’t understand the life we lived, the dangers that lurked, or the choices we willingly made every day, but it was our little slice of bikerheaven.
The lavender aromatherapy candles mixing with the warm comfortable bath lulled me right into a little catnap. I must have only been out for a few minutes at the most when shooting pains forced me to wake up. I practically jumped out of my skin when I realized I was going into labor and the pain I had just felt was acontraction.
I frantically looked around for my cell. After the initial panic wore off, I remembered I had set it on the dresser before I got into the bath. When I tried to get up, another wave of shooting pain made it impossible for me to even think aboutmoving.
Inch my inch, I slowly made progress getting out of the tub, grabbing the towel, and shuffling over to myphone.
I dialed Ryder over and over until he finallyanswered.
“Raine? I’m with a customer. Can this wait?” he saidhurriedly.
“Do you think me calling five times in a row means it can fucking wait?” Iscreamed.
“What’s wrong?” I could tell from the sound of his boots hitting the gravel in the parking lot that he was already running tohisbike.
“He’s coming—right now. Ryder, hurry. We’re going to have a baby today.” I was screaming from the pain as Ryder started shouting from theexcitement.
“On my way, see you in a couple of minutes. Just breathe and I will be there before you evenknowit.”
I hung up the phone and shot a text toCrickett.
Me: Baby comingrightnow.
Crickett: Closing the bar. I’ll tell Holt and Collin to head to thehospital.
Me: BringFunDip.
Crickett: On it.Anythingelse?
Me: MissGilda.
Ryder was running up the stairs as I was setting myphonedown.
“How many laws did you break driving here?” I asked as he grabbed my bag from thecloset.
“They were only traffic infractions baby, nothing Crowley wouldn’t have been able to get me out of it we really neededhimto.”
“Holy shit! That was a big one.” I stood at the top of the stairs, paralyzed fromthepain.
“We’re almost there, just down these stairs and into thetruck.”
Ryder had to practically lift my ass into the passenger’s seat of my dad’sginormousF250.
“Why aren’t we taking the little truck? The one I can actually get in and out of?” I barked at Ryder before he sprinted around to thedriver’sside.
The engine was already running before he was all the way into his seat. “Because I am doing a little bit of work on it and this one is waysafer.”
“Whatever, fine. I don’t give a fuck. Just get me to a damn doctor so he can give me something for this fucking pain.” I was trying to remember all the freaking breathing exercises I had learned in Lamaze class, but nothing washelping.
“Almost there, baby. Just a few moreblocks.”
Chapter11
Ryder
