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“Yep.”

“I’m in my silver Porsche. You can’t miss me, right next to Martha,” he instructs.

“I’m turning the corner now.”

Jon’s car comes into view as the snow begins to fall more heavily onto my windshield, and I throw my Range Rover into the drop-off zone. I’ll sort that shit out later.

Running across the lot, he hands me the black leather bag. “Have you told her the name you picked out yet?”

I shake my head. “Nah. We agreed to at the birth.”

He nods. “Everyone is on standby waiting. The boys will be here after the game.”

“Claire and my sister?”

He points at the hospital entrance. “Already here and waiting. I saw them run from their car and inside.”

Turning to enter, Jon takes my arm, halting me for a second. “Fucking proud of you, man. Proud of you both.”

“Thanks,” I reply, my voice thick with emotion.

“Now go. Have your babies, and complete your life.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

KATE

Sweat pours down my forehead as another contraction slams into me, and this time, I can’t hold in the pain as I grip the side of the bed and scream.

Felicity jumps to her feet to try and comfort me right as Jensen comes barging through the door, my overnight bag in his hand.

His eyebrows shoot to his hairline as he takes me in.

“I’m a mess,” I moan, just as the latest wave of pain subsides.

He drops the bag to the floor beside my bed and takes the hand gripping the mattress in his. “You squeeze my hand, Princess. Let me feel everything you do. I’m here now, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

Swiping under my eye, I notice a streak of mascara on the side of my pointer finger. “I wasn’t prepared for this. I had everything ready, and here I am. I haven’t even removed my makeup. They’re coming a week earlier than we planned.”

Claire comes to stand next to Felicity. “We’ll give you some privacy, but just know we’ll be right outside.”

She leans across and kisses my forehead. “Love you lots.”

Felicity plants a kiss on my cheek. “He’s here now. Go ahead and have those babies.”

They both leave and close the door softly with a click.

Immediately, Jensen picks up the bag and balances it on the side of the bed, searching through it.

“What are you looking for?”

“Your makeup bag.”

I shake my head in frustration as another wave builds. They’re coming faster and faster now. “I took it out of my bag last night to grab something and forgot to put it back in.”

Like some sort of fucking magician, he fetches it out and unzips the top. “I noticed it on the side when I finished my workout and was showering. I put it back in.”

Taking out my cleanser and cloth, he holds them in one hand and lets me squeeze the shit out of his other as he helps me through my latest contraction.