Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
He’s running past to put on his shoes before she’s even done with the sentence, Mr. Larson and Helmet in tow. Yes. That’s its name now. Just… Helmet. Jackal tried to name it Darth Helmet, but Logan didn’t get the joke so it didn’t stick, and Stiff suggested Helmut, but I’m not sure Logan even heard the difference. So Helmet it is.
An ambulance pulls into Paige’s driveway, and Bones pops out along with a co-worker. “Finally! Glad I’m on duty today,” Bones says with a grin.
“Oh! Ow!” Paige nearly tumbles right back out as they help her into the back. “Who the hell decided this was a good way for humans to make babies?”
“You coming too?” Bones’s co-worker asks, eager to get the door shut and get to hospital before Paige decides to just get it done with in the ambulance.
“Yep, here I come.” I climb into the back along with Bones.
“You can sit there,” he says, pointing me to a folding seat with belts. By the time I’m buckled in, we’re peeling out onto the road and accelerating.
Bones checks her vital signs, and times her contractions. Paige’s breathing starts coming faster, interrupted by sharp breaths and winces as contractions hit. Stronger too. I grab her hand and squeeze it, and when they hit, she squeezes back. With my free hand I’m messaging the chat group we set up for this, so Savage, Poe and Crank know that they really should hurry up with beating up whoever they’re beating up.
I think we’re all half convinced Paige is about to push out an ambulance baby by the time we’re getting close. “Hold on, Paige. You can do this.”
“That’s… easy… for… you… to… say,” she produces between gasps. Her contractions are coming really quick now.
“Does it usually happen this fast? I thought you were still talking hours at this point.”
Bones shrugs. “Usually it takes a while for a first time mom, but sometimes they’re in a hurry. Don’t worry, if it comes here, we’ll handle it. Not my first rodeo.”
“Okay, but I don’t think she’s giving birth to a horse.”
I get a look, from both him and Paige.
We squeal into the hospital lot, where the ambulance pulls right up to the entrance. They run Paige right out on the stretcher, which folds out wheels as they pull it out of the back, and rush her inside. “Out of my way. This baby’s in a rush,” Bones yells, and I do my best to keep up. Just as the automatic sliding doors are about to close behind me, I hear the roar of motorcycles. Hopefully they make it in time.
Luckily, it’s not far to Labor and Delivery, and they wheel her right in.
“Are you family?” asks a nurse, keeping me out of the delivery area. He cocks his head, probably because I look nothing like Paige.
“No, they’re on their way. I have her bags.”
As if on command, the double doors are pushed open and a moment later, the waiting area is packed with bikers. The nurse starts to object when Savage, Crank and Poe all say they’re the father, but then rethinks it and waves them through. Smarter than he looks.
“Hey, hot stuff. You come here often?” Lash leans his lower arm against the wall next to me and presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“You’re a dork.” I get up on my toes to kiss his lips and he snakes his hand down to the small of my back to give me a little lift as he leans in.
Of course, then Jackal and Stiff want their turns. Having three guys is amazing in so many ways, but a little exhausting too. Though often exhausting in the right ways.
“I’m glad you guys made it.”
“We were all done, anyway. Wouldn’t miss it.” Jackal says, resting a hand at my neck and playing with my hair.
“She get here okay?” Stiff eyes the doors into the delivery area.
“Yep, it’s good to have an EMT in the club.” Really, at the speed things were going, I’m almost surprised she’s not done already.
“Maybe someday, it’ll be you in there,” Lash says casually, like that doesn’t come with a whole truckload of implications. “Bet Logan would love a little sibling or two.”
I don’t even know what to say, but the sly look he gives me makes me think he’s kidding.
Mostly.
For now.
Luckily, I don’t have to respond, because a moment later Crank busts out through the floppy doors, throwing both of them open so hard they smack against the walls and draw the attention of everyone in the waiting area. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a man smile so big.
“Ladies, gentlemen and Outlaw Sons, the club has gained a new member. His name is Corbin, he’s healthy, has strong lungs and has already figured out that tits are the best thing in the whole fucking world! Drinks on us at the Burnout tonight, even if we won’t be able to attend.” For a couple of moments, he basks in the cheers and applause, then backs out, letting the doors flop closed after him.