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“No.” Lana shook her head, a smile spreading across her face. “I love it, Sid.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She reached for his hand and squeezed it. “Sadie Lilith Sinclair. It's perfect.”

Sid leaned down and kissed her, feeling his own emotions getting the better of him. He couldn't wait to hold his daughter, to see her little face and find out whether she looked like him or Lana. Either way, he already knew she was going to have him wrapped around her little finger.

“Sadie Lilith it is, then.” Sid grinned before adding, “But I'm not giving up on Viper as a nickname.”

“Of course you're not.” Lana laughed, shaking her head before another contraction hit, stealing the moment from them.

Angelina walked into the room and headed toward them, giving Lana a reassuring smile before glancing at the monitor. “Dawn will be in shortly to see how far you've progressed. I hate to ask you to move, but we need to get you on your back for the examination. Once she's finished, if everything looks good, we can help you get comfortable again.”

Lana groaned, clearly not thrilled with the idea, but nodded. As soon as her contraction eased, Sid helped her turn over while Angelina adjusted the pillows behind her.

“What the hell is she doing, taking a dinner break?” Sid grumbled, glancing toward the door.

Angelina frowned. “Didn't anyone tell you?”

Sid and Lana exchanged a look before turning back to her. “Tell us what?” Sid demanded, immediately wondering if something had happened to Dawn.

“Becky is in labor,” Angelina informed them as she straightened the sheet over Lana's legs. “They're in the room next door.”

“You have got to be shitting me.” Sid rolled his eyes. “Leave it to Sloan Murphy to steal our thunder.”

“Sid!” Lana glared at him before looking back at Angelina. “How's Becky? Is everything okay?”

“She's doing fine.” Angelina gave Sid a strange look before smiling at Lana. “Looks like we're going to have another little Warrior joining the family very soon.”

“Dammit,” Sid muttered, although not quietly enough.

“What in the world is wrong with you?” Lana hissed, staring at him as if he'd lost his damn mind. “And when did you start sounding like Steve? Stealing our thunder? This isn't a contest.”

“Pfft.” Sid snorted. “We're Warriors. Everything's a contest.”

“Becky and I being in pain is a source of entertainment for you?” Lana's eyes narrowed just as another contraction began tightening across her stomach.

“Of course not.” Sid had no idea how close to death he was at that moment. “It’s just⁠—”

“I swear to God, Sid, if you don't shut up, I'm going to take back my promise of...not...ripping...your balls...off.” Lana’s growled words sounded like some of the Demons he’d tangled with. Holy shit.

Sid actually looked a little intimidated as Lana struggled to breathe through the contraction while continuing to glare at him. “Of course not, babe.”

“Do. Not. Call. Me. Babe.” Lana forced each word out between breaths.

Sid wisely decided to keep his mouth shut, especially when he noticed Angelina giving him a nasty look of her own. Neither of them understood the Warrior mentality. Hell, he'd bet anything Sloan was next door with a big-ass grin on his face, knowing he'd managed to steal the spotlight. And Jared? That fucker was probably already taking bets on which baby would make an appearance first. Sid would have to remember to find out what the odds were, although judging by the murderous looks he was getting from both women, now probably wasn't the time to bring it up. He valued his balls too much.

He opened his mouth to make things right, but before he could get a word out, Dawn walked into the room.

“Sorry about the wait.” Dawn headed toward them, looking a little rushed but smiling. “Seems we have another patient.”

Lana immediately pointed at Sid. “Don't you dare say a word.”

Sid held up both hands in surrender, then glanced at Dawn's confused expression. He'd never been so tempted to open his mouth in his life, but one look at Lana convinced him that silence was probably his best chance of surviving the next few hours.

“How's Becky?” Lana asked, still keeping a suspicious eye on her mate.

“She's doing well. Slade's with her right now, and I'll be checking on her again shortly.” Dawn stepped into the adjoining scrub area to wash her hands before returning and pulling on a pair of examination gloves. “But first, let's see how you're progressing.”