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“Don’t you dare get out of this car,” Sloan warned her, but Becky couldn’t wait.

“I'm pregnant, Sloan, not helpless.” Becky pushed open her door before he could argue and carefully swung her legs out. She barely managed to stand before she felt a strange popping sensation, followed by a sudden rush of warmth between her legs.

“Oh, shit.”

“What?” Sloan was around the car in seconds, his expression turning downright murderous as he looked her over. “What's wrong? Dammit, I told you to wait.”

Becky glanced down at the puddle forming at her feet before looking back at her mate. “Well, the good news is I don't have to worry about when my water is going to break anymore.”

Sloan followed her gaze, his eyes widening before snapping back to hers. “Fuck!”

“I'm fine, Sloan.” Becky tried to smile, but another contraction hit, wiping it right off her face. Grabbing Sloan's arm, she bent forward slightly as the pain tightened around her stomach. Damn, that one hurt.

Sloan cursed again before carefully scooping her into his arms.

“I'm going to get you wet, Sloan.” Becky didn't fight him, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to argue. “I can walk.”

“The hell you can.” Sloan hurried up the steps, heading straight for the door, which thankfully opened before he had a chance to break the damn thing again.

“Her water broke,” Sloan announced to Angelina in a panicked voice that not many had ever heard him use.

“Okay, that's good.” Angelina quickly stepped out of the way before falling into step beside them, practically jogging to keep up with Sloan. “That's just one step closer to meeting your son.”

Sloan responded with a grunt, his attention completely focused on getting Becky where she needed to be. Angelina hurried ahead, leading them toward the medical area, where several Warriors and their mates were gathered in the hallway.

“Holy shit!” Jared exclaimed as Sloan passed with Becky in his arms. “We're going to have two screaming women.”

A chorus of “Shut the fuck up, Jared!” echoed through the hallway.

Becky couldn't help but grin, although Sloan didn't seem to find anything amusing. In fact, she'd never seen him look so serious, and that was saying something considering the man rarely took anything lightly when it came to her safety.

“Becky, do you think you can stand long enough to clean yourself up and change into this gown?” Angelina asked once they were inside the room. She grabbed a gown from a drawer before looking back at Becky. “I can help you if you need me to.”

“I can help her,” Sloan answered before Becky had a chance.

Angelina nodded, then grabbed a washcloth and handed it to Sloan, who still held Becky in his arms. “I'll give you some privacy. Once she's changed, help her into bed and let me know. Dawn or Slade will be in shortly.”

“Thank you, Angelina,” Becky managed as another contraction started. She concentrated on breathing through it, wishing like hell she could find a position that didn't make her feel like her insides were being squeezed to death.

“You okay?” Sloan asked, holding her securely as her body tensed against the pain.

It took her a minute before she could answer. “Yeah, I'm okay. For now.” She released a long breath, relieved when the contraction finally eased. “Help me get this dress off, please.”

Sloan carefully lowered her to her feet, keeping an arm around her until he was sure she could stand on her own. He helped her out of the dress and soaked underwear, his expression tightening when he saw the clear fluid still trickling down her legs. Becky knew he was worried, but she also knew he was trying his best not to show it.

When he started to bend down with the washcloth, she caught his arm.

“Sloan, I can do that.” Becky didn't want him having to clean her up, especially when she knew how much he hated seeing her uncomfortable.

“I know you can.” Sloan looked up at her, his expression serious. “But I'm doing it.”

“Sloan—”

“Becky.” He gave her that look she knew all too well. “You've spent this entire ride telling me you're fine and that I shouldn't worry. Well, guess what? I'm worried, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. So how about letting me do something for you without arguing?”

Becky stared at him for a moment before her expression softened. She knew this wasn't easy for him.

“Okay,” she whispered.