“Yes, sir,” I tease him, even adding in a salute.
“If you weren’t so pregnant, you’d be payin’ for that sass later on,” he teases me, a smirk on his sexy face.
“I’m sure we could make some time for that punishment to happen,” I taunt back.
“Not happenin’, Sparrow.”
Killer gets up and pulls a chair over next to me. Grabbing a beer from one of the many coolers, my husband sits back and holds my hand as we watch the kids play in the yard and the men standing around talking in groups while cooking. Soon, the women are bringing out the salads and other food they prepared today while I was still at the house resting and trying to clean.
I get another twinge in my back and can’t hide it from Killer.
“What’s wrong, Gwen?” he questions me, sitting up straight in his chair and looking at me.
“It’s nothing, babe. I’ve been getting twinges in my back on and off all day. I’ll be okay. I’m sure it’s just those Braxton hicks things the doctor was telling us about,” I respond, trying to reassure him there’s nothing wrong with me.
“Are you sure that’s all it is?” he questions me, a worried expression filling his face as Kim and Fox make their way over to me.
“I’m sure that’s all it is,” I tell him, hoping I’m right and it’s nothing more than that.
Killer doesn’t say anything, he simply looks at me. His eyes are narrowed and there’s a scowl on his face as he continues to stare at me.
“Everythin’ okay over here?” Fox asks, looking between the two of us.
“Yeah. Gwen is havin’ pains and says it’s nothin’ to be concerned with,” Killer answers.
Kim and Fox look down at me with worried looks on their faces too. This is not how I wanted to spend the day. The pain isn’t bad; it’s just a twinge here and there. Especially when I’m moving around a lot. They don’t have to worry about me. I explain all of this to them and it does nothing to change the expressions on their faces. Ugh!
“I’m gonna go get you a plate of food. Anythin’ you don’t want?” Killer asks me.
“No. I’ll take a little bit of everything please,” I tell him, not even really wanting to eat right now.
Killer nods his head and walks over to where the food is set up. I watch on as he goes through the line and chooses a little bit of everything from the dishes the ol’ ladies made. Once that’s all piled up on the plate, he grabs a piece of chicken from the grill and a cheeseburger. Whichever one I don’t eat, he will. That’s what he’s done for the last few weeks because I never know what I want to eat. So, he kills two birds with one stone and grabs multiple things and then we share. Today, he’ll have a lot to eat because I’m not sure I’m going to be eating that much of what he put on my plate.
Taking a small sip of my shake, I set it down next to my chair as Killer sits down in his and hands me over the plate. Looking down I see pasta salad, potato salad, a small garden salad, chicken, and a roll. Yeah, I won’t be eating much of this. My appetite has been diminishing all day long and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I’m getting to the end of my pregnancy. Or maybe I’m just not feeling good. Again, I won’t be letting Killer know this. He’ll figure out soon enough when I don’t touch a lot of what he got me.
I take a small bite of the pasta salad, usually my favorite, and feel as if I’m going to be sick. Handing the plate over to Killer, I sit back in my lounge chair and try to calm my upset stomach.
“Sparrow, what’s wrong?” my husband asks me. “You’ve barely touched your food and look like you’re gonna be sick.”
“I don’t feel so good. Maybe I should just go home and head to bed,” I tell him honestly.
Killer stands up along with Fox and Kim. Fox and my husband help me out of the chair and lead me to one of the SUVs parked out back. One of the Prospects left it here after dropping off the beer and things earlier today. Killer walks me over to it and helps me in the passenger seat. Looking back, I see Kim and Fox getting in the back of the SUV. Once I’m safely inside, Killer goes to the driver’s seat and hops in so he can get us to the house.
I lay my head against the cool window and close my eyes. My back is not happy right now and it’s causing my stomach to get even more upset. If I can’t lay down soon, I’m afraid I’ll be sick all over the inside of the SUV. Thankfully, we don’t have to leave the compound to get home. It takes seconds for Killer to get me home. My sister and Fox follow us inside and get comfortable in the living room while Killer carries me upstairs. Every movement he makes has me getting closer to feeling like I’m going to lose what little I’ve eaten today.
I’m laid down in bed and Killer pulls the covers over me before kissing the top of my head and leaving the room. My eyes instantly close and sleep claims me as it has been lately.
I’m jolted awake with a sharp pain in my stomach. Sitting up in bed, I groan out in pain as this is more than the twinges I was feeling earlier. Killer isn’t in bed with me as I glance at the nightstand and see my phone sitting there. I try to keep the panic at bay while I grab my phone and try to call Killer. He doesn’t answer the phone when I try calling him. Even though I try calling him repeatedly.
“Gwen, are you okay?” I hear Kim yell up to me as another pain hits and I double over on my side in bed.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure if I’m in labor or not,” I call out once the pain subsides.
“I’m calling Killer,” she responds.
“Already tried. He’s not answering,” I inform her, getting out of bed.
When I can finally climb out of bed, there’s a sudden gush of wetness from between my legs. This is not good. I have no idea where my husband is or anything. Kim is still here which is good so I’m not alone. I’m fumbling around in the room trying to get out of my wet leggings so I can put something dry on.
“Gwen, no one’s answering their phones as far as the men go. What’s going on?” my sister calls out.
I know there’s no way she’ll be able to make it up our stairs with her pain.
“My water just broke. I’m pretty sure I’m in labor,” I respond to her, gripping the dresser as another contraction hits.
“I’ll call Shy and let her know what’s going on. She can keep trying the guys while I get you to the hospital. Is your doctor’s number still on the side of the refrigerator?” she asks me.
“Yeah,” I grunt out.
Somehow I manage to get my pants changed and grab my phone before making my way to the stairs. I’m really not interested in falling headfirst down the stairs, so I sit down with the help of the railing and scoot down each step until I’m to the bottom and can pull myself up with the railing at the bottom. Kim is right by my side as we rush out of the house and make it to the SUV. Sam is already waiting for us because my sister will have a hard time helping me get up in the seat.
Once I’m in, Kim hops in the back while Sam jumps in the driver’s seat. We’re off to the hospital while constantly trying to call Killer or any of the other guys. Their bikes are parked out front of the clubhouse when we pass by according to Sam as she begins swearing up a storm that none of them are answering their phones. I’ve even tried to call Rich since I know Tommy is more than likely not even in town any longer.