“Fuck, Piper, can’t you tell how horny you make me just by being next to you. Then you go and do things like this. How is a man to think through the day?” he asks, his lip curled into a sexy smirk. His cock pulled out of his pants, and his hand fisting his cock. It’s an image that belongs in a centerfold.
Standing up, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and smile.
“I dunno,” I say shyly.
“You dunno?” he asks arrogantly, backing me up against the door.
“How about I give you a taste of your own voodoo?” His voice husky. Slipping his hands down my pants, his two fingers circle my clit.
“Holy shit,” I moan, my knees nearly buckling.
“Yeah?” he whispers into my ear, slowing his dexterous fingers down to a torturous rhythm.
Eyes closed, I try to focus on breathing, my entire body responding to his touch, I feel as if I can’t even breathe.
My eyes squint tighter. “Right there, God yes,” I cry, and his middle finger dips into my wetness.
My back snaps straight, I grab my tit and come on his fingers.
He slaps his free hand over my mouth and lets me ride out my climax. My orgasm rocking my entire body until an intense cramp shoots across my stomach. I lean forward, sobering up as I cry out with pain. Saint tugs his hands from my pants, one hand on my back now.
“Are you okay? What is it? Is it the baby?”
Staying still, I wait to see if it’s going to happen again.
“I dunno,” I whisper, unsure of what’s happening. I’m past my due date, but the doctor said we would probably have to be induced next week.
Standing straight, my legs shaky, I look to Saint for answers.
“Let’s get you some water,” he says with a concerned face. I nod, water will help.
Opening the door, I pull the waistband of my maternity pants up a little tighter and begin to walk down the hall. Big Chief has half the crib put together and Delilah is still staring at the instructions.
She glances at me. “Mhhmm. Where’s the power drill?”
Opening my mouth to answer warmth drenches my pants. I look down, my mouth dropping open.
“Did you piss yourself?” Big Chief asks.
Delilah stands with panic on her face.
“Oh my God, is that your water?”
Lifting my head slowly until our eyes meet, I nod.
“I think so.”
“What?” Saint walks around me, looking me over.
“I think my water just broke.” My voice shaky.
“Oh shit! Okay, nobody freak out!” Big Chief hollers, his hands on his head. He’s clearly panicking.
“Where’s your bag? Your hospital bag?” Delilah asks, jumping into action.
“In my room,” I reply, just as another contraction hits. Seething, knees buckling, I snatch Saint’s hand and squeeze until it passes.
“Come on, let’s get you to the hospital.” Saint starts ushering me toward the door.
“Delilah, call Cherry and Lip, let them know we’re having the baby,” Saint orders, helping me to the car.
“Fuck you, I’m coming with. I’ll call them on the way,” she snaps, coming out of the house with my hospital bag and pillow under her arm. Big Chief and Delilah climb in the back seat of Delilah’s car, Saint helps me in the passenger side and he jumps behind the driver’s side.
“You okay? You feel alright?” he asks, throwing the car in reverse. I nod, scared to move or say anything as it might bring on another contraction.
“It’s happening. We’re having a baby,” I say with my eyes full of excitement and fear.
Saint looks at me with a terrified look, his face a lighter shade than I’ve ever seen before and I’m instantly reminded how he had a girlfriend who died giving birth.
I’m going to be okay, right? The baby and I are going to be fine?
Saint
Pulling up to the emergency doors of the hospital, I nearly forget to put the car in park before getting out. Delilah and Big Chief yelling at me, I slide back into the car and put it into park and then run around to Piper’s side. She’s really having a lot of contractions and fast, her screaming in pain scaring the shit out of me. Is this normal? Is she okay?
She puts her arm around my neck, and I wrap mine around her as we slowly walk into the hospital.
“We’re having a baby!” Delilah screams at the staff and they jump into gear. One nurse fetching a wheelchair, the other calling a doctor.
“How far apart are the contractions?” the nurse with a nose ring asks.
“Um, maybe four minutes apart,” I reply, unsure. She helps Piper into the chair and begins to wheel her down the hall. I jog to keep up, Delilah and Chief behind me.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” another nurse asks, gathering things from a cart down the hall. Piper seethes, spit dribbling from her lips as another contraction hits.
Panicking, I place both hands on my head. Something is wrong, she shouldn’t be hurting like this.
“Her name is Piper, just… just help her!” I snap, pointing at the nurses to fucking do something.
Big Chief pats my shoulder, and Delilah grabs Piper’s hand as we’re shoved into a room with a bed.
“Help her on the bed,” the nurse demands, grabbing gloves from the wall.
Chief and I pick her up from the chair and lay her on the bed. She’s sweaty and pale. Her nails clawing at the hospital bed.
“Breathe baby, you’re scaring the shit out of me,” I say just loud enough for her to hear me.
“I’m scared too,” she cries, grabbing my hand. Fisting her fingers, I kiss her over and over.
The nurses pull her pants off and instruct her to spread her legs. I look away, making sure my eyes are only on hers.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her, my head starting to play games with me. I see Tasha laying in the bed and me a terrified teenager not sure what to do. I shake my head and see Piper laying there with her eyes clenched shut.
“Baby, open your eyes,” I say with a little too much tension. She pops her eyes open, and I smirk. I need her eyes open, don’t ever close them.
“She’s fully dilated, we’re having this baby now. Where is the doctor?” the nurse yells, sitting on a stool in-between Piper’s legs.
“We need a doctor, where is the doctor?” My words come out angry.
“I’ll find them, tell me where to find them?” Chief says from the doorway, looking just as scared as me.
“She’s on her way, she’s coming from surgery,” another nurse says, coming into the room.
“Breathe with me, Piper!” Delilah orders, getting right in Piper’s face.
Piper focuses on her, her breathing labored.
“Someone get her on some oxygen,” a nurse demands, and my heart really starts to beat harder.
“I need to push,” Piper croaks, sweat dripping down her cheek.
Suddenly a tall doctor in a white lab coat and blue gloves comes into the room. The nurse in between Piper’s legs moves to allow the doctor to sit.
She assesses Piper and looks at her with a serious look.
“On the count of three, I want you to push.”
Piper nods.