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“Has her water broken?” Slade completely ignored her demands, which pissed Lana off even more.

“Yeah, man.” Sid cursed when the light ahead turned red. After making sure nothing was coming, he blew right through it. “And I'm about ready to shit my pants. Get Dawn there now. We're about three minutes out.”

Even through the pain, Lana laughed. It wasn't every day she got to see Sid lose his shit, literally.

Sid hadn't been exaggerating. He was seriously about ready to shit his pants, and at this point, he was considering it a fucking miracle that he hadn't already.

He'd been through this craziness once before when Pam was pregnant with Daniel, and that had scared the living hell out of him. He'd run through the old compound like a fucking maniac with Pam in his arms, trying to find Slade's office before she delivered the kid right there in the hallway. Turned out to be a false alarm, but it had been enough to nearly give him a damn heart attack.

This wasn't a false alarm.

Lana was having their baby, and he'd be damned if his daughter was born in the front seat of a fucking SUV. His mate and little girl deserved better than that. Not to mention, if she decided to make her grand entrance before they reached the compound, he'd be the one delivering her.

Fuck. That.

He didn't know the first damn thing about delivering a baby. What if she came out and he dropped her? What if she came out pissed off? Hell, judging by the way Lana was currently threatening to rip the door handle off, his daughter was probably going to come out swinging. Which, if he was being honest, would make him proud as fuck.

Sid tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He'd faced rogue vampires, been shot at, stabbed, and fought some of the nastiest sons of bitches to ever walk the earth without batting an eye. But the thought of delivering his own baby scared the living shit out of him.

Pulling into the compound, Sid had never been so fucking happy to see Slade and Angelina standing there waiting for them. He drove straight toward them, barely getting the SUV stopped before reaching for his door. He was halfway out when Lana grabbed his arm.

“Sid, I'm going to apologize now for the things I'm probably going to be calling you.” Lana's breathing was labored, and the warning in her eyes told him she was dead serious.

“Lana, you can call me whatever you want.” Sid gently touched her face, wishing like hell he could take away the pain she was experiencing, just as Slade opened her door.

“And watch your balls. If they get anywhere near me, I'm going to rip them off!” Lana hissed as another contraction hit, her grip tightening painfully on his arm. “Because...they...are...responsible for the...pain I'm in...right NOW!”

Sid stared at his mate, not daring to move as she practically crushed his arm. He loved this woman more than life itself, but damn, she was scary when she was pissed. And right now, he wasn't about to say a fucking word that might make things worse.

“Everything okay here?” Slade glanced between them, obviously wondering why Sid hadn't gotten out of the SUV.

“Just fucking peachy!” Lana snapped before Sid could answer. “Now, unless one of you has an epidural in your back pocket, I'd suggest getting me the hell out of this car!”

Sid looked at Slade, who wisely kept his mouth shut. Smart man.

CHAPTER 13

As soon as the paramedics came rolling in, Dawn stepped out of the way to allow them to do their jobs. Thankfully, no one was seriously injured. She allowed Kent to escort her back to the sidewalk, the light rain continuing to fall until she was thoroughly drenched. Kent's phone rang.

“Yeah,” he answered, then his eyes snapped to her. “On our way.”

“What?” Dawn frowned, having a feeling she already knew. “What's wrong, and which one?”

“Lana. Slade said to get you back now. Looks like you have a baby to deliver.” Kent took her arm and led her toward his bike. “I'll come back and get your car later.”

Dawn nodded and started to follow, but then stopped. “Wait. My purse and Danny.”

Pulling out of Kent's grasp, Dawn turned and hurried toward Danny, who stood there holding her purse, looking a little confused. She felt terrible about leaving him like this, especially after he'd gone out of his way to give her a nice evening.

“Listen, Danny.” She took her purse from him, giving him an apologetic smile. “I'm really sorry about this, but I have an emergency, and I've got to go. Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“Who is he?” Danny nodded toward Kent, his eyes narrowing.

Dawn glanced over her shoulder to find Kent returning Danny's glare with one of his own. Seriously? She didn't have time for whatever pissing contest the two men were having with their stares.

“A friend,” Dawn replied, turning back to Danny. “Call me.”

She hurried away, knowing damn well she probably wouldn't be hearing from Danny Jackson again. And honestly, she was okay with that. Her work had always managed to get in the way of her social life, and she'd come to accept that. At this point in her life, she'd choose her work over any man, no matter how nice the date had been.