I can’t have my baby in this gross-as-fuck bathroom, only surrounded by the asshole Nico and Hunter—whenever the fuck he shows up.
My breathing gets quicker, on the verge of hyperventilating.
A rough pounding on the door scares me.
“Hurry the fuck up. Page just got there.”
“Uh, just give me a minute,” I call out shakily.
What do I do?
Another contraction hits—I feel like I can call them that now—and I burst into tears at the same time I hear a big boom from somewhere down below. My legs decide to stop supporting my weight, and I clumsily lean back onto the wall and slide down.
Somewhere in my ridiculous brain, my thoughts turn to the fact that I most likely won’t be able to get an epidural. I didn’t agree to no drugs, and now I’m being forced to have this baby without them?
I cry harder. I want relief from the crushing pain, but more than that, I want Adam.
“What the fuck?” Nico yells as I hear the pounding of footsteps on the stairs.
I don’t have it in me to worry about their shit. Not when this baby decided today was the day to enter the world.
Pounding on the door barely registers until I hear a frantic yell.
“Claire! Please tell me you’re in there!” Adam pounds on the door again.
“I am,” I croak through another contraction. “I can’t get up to open the door, though.”
Emotions slam into my chest, blinding me to anything the happens for the next period of time. Tears and pain mix to the point where I just disassociate from it all and hope this baby gets here safely.
Chapter 36
Adam
I can’t hear anything over the pounding of my heart.
Lex yanks me forward by my tactical vest, forcing me to focus for a second.
I see Nico on the ground, this time really dead, and I see Woodcroft cuffing Hunter Page, who appears to be freshly off of his private jet.
But I don’t see Claire.
“Where is she?” I scream into Page’s face, gripping his shirt.
“I don’t fucking know. I just got dragged off my fucking plane.” He nods back to the plane sitting in the warehouse.
How the fuck they got clearance to have a plane in here, I have no clue. Obviously, money talks.
“Adam, upstairs!” Juliette motions to the stairs.
I’ve been here before, but it’s like everything is brand new. I have no clue where to go, where to check. I’m frantic and making very little actual progress.
I take the stairs three at a time before walking around the lift area. Then I see the bathroom door.
I pound on the door like my entire life is behind it because I’m really hoping it is.
“Claire! Please tell me you’re in there!” My fists don’t stop.
“I am.”
