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Libby’s hand reaches out seeking mine.

This is how I want it to always be. I want to be her source of comfort, safety, and love.

“Blue?” she whispers. “Either answer it or throw it in the hall. I’m fine.” Her soft laugh contradicts the sweat plastering her brow. “Besides, it could be Char checking in.”

Her grip tightens on my knuckles as another contraction rolls through her.

When the chime goes off again, I dig out my phone with a groan, but slide to accept.

“Blue? Thank fucking God.” Wade’s voice is far away. “You finally answered.”

“I’m kinda busy right now. Libby’s in labor.” I hope that’s enough to get him to the point.

Wade can be long winded sometimes.

“Shit, sorry. But I’m in a bind. Can you get someoneyou trustto swing by?” There’s a faint clattering sound in the background. “Yours is the only number I could get todial.”

“What’s going on, Wade?” I don’t really have the attention span for him at the moment, but he has my interest piqued.

He lets out a long sigh.

“Dude, she’s gone. And she left me handcuffed to the bed.” He finally spills. “I need someone to let me out.”

Holy shit.

I have to drop the speaker away from my mouth so I don’t laugh loud enough for him to hear me.

“Sure, bud. I’ll see what I can do.” I’m not leaving, but can send Dix a text.

I wish I could be a fly on the wall for that one.

“Thanks. Oh, and good luck. Wade is a great name for a baby if it’s a boy.” He’s still laughing when I cut the call.

“Everything okay?” Libby bites her bottom lip, pain tightening her features.

“Perfect, rebel. Wade was just trying to give me really shitty advice.” I smile down at her, then wipe the droplet of sweat running down her temple.

“Blue? I have to push.” Her grunt emphasizes her words.

Watching her body tremble with strain, I can’t help but admire just how fucking strong she really is.

My very own hurricane, fighting for what she wants most in the world.