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The phone leaves my hand, but Zach grabs it before it crashes to the floor. The only few minutes I haven’t had my phone glued to my side, and it happens.

“My fucking babies are coming,” I whisper.

“Go. Now. I’ll deal with Coach and replacing you,” my captain instructs.

He doesn’t need to finish his sentence. I’m already halfway out of my pads, adrenaline pulsing through every part of my body as I throw on a pair of black sweats, a gray hoodie, and a Scorpions cap to cover my sweaty hair.

Fucking great. I’m going to become a dad looking and smelling like a piece of trash.

“When was the text sent?” I shout, pulling open the door to the locker room, but Zach’s already gone.

I run faster than my legs can carry me down the player corridor and into the private parking lot.

Jumping into my Range Rover, I crank the engine and hit dial on Kate.

“He-hello?” She answers almost instantly and sounds breathless.

Exiting the lot, I join the freeway, but fucking traffic is everywhere, and snow is beginning to fall from the sky.

“Princess.” My heart cracks clean down the fucking center. She’s in pain, and I’m not there. I promised I’d be there. “What’s happening? Tell me you’re okay.”

She blows another breath. “Just peachy, Husband. My uterus feels like it’s auditioning for the contortionist of the year award, and I’ve only puked twice in the past ten minutes.”

I switch lanes and hit the gas. “Such a pleasant wifey.”

She groans like another contraction is hitting her.

“Put Felicity on for me.”

“Hello?”

“How’s she doing?” I ask.

“Her waters broke during the second period, and she asked us to hold off calling you since she wasn’t in labor. But as soon as I got her to the hospital, the contractions started, and they’vebeen coming on pretty strong and close together. The doctor doesn’t think there will be time for strong pain relief.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I promised her I would get her anything she needed.

“How dilated is she? I’m ten minutes away.”

“She was checked a few minutes ago, and they said six.” She takes a sharp breath. “Hurry, Jensen.”

I cut the call and drive like a fucking lunatic towards my girl.

After everything I said and all the ways I promised I’d protect her, here I am, letting her down and running the risk of missing the most important moment of my goddamn life.

My phone rings again, but I’m relieved to see ‘Jon’ flash on the screen and not his wife’s name.

“I’m on my way,” I rush out.

“I’m here, in the hospital parking lot.”

“What, why?”

“I’ve got her overnight bag; Felicity asked me to go grab it. Apparently, it’s got everything she needs, including her relaxation techniques, a calligraphy set, and things she needs after the babies are born.”

I huff out a laugh. “Bro, my wife’s six centimeters dilated and about to give birth to my twins on next to no pain relief. If I hand her that calligraphy set, there’s only one place it’s going to end up.”

“What do you…oh right, yeah. Your ass.”