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It takes every ounce of self-control I have to drive normally. I want to get to the hospital as quickly as possible, but I also need to drive safely. After waiting a lifetime for a family, I’m about to start my own. My brothers will always be my family, but it’s not the same as your own flesh and blood. I don’t understand how anyone could hurt their own kid. It’s unfathomable. What kind of monster do you have to be to do something like that?

I shake away the dark thoughts. I’m not going down that road. Today isn’t about my past. It’s about my future. Our future. Julia, our baby, and me. Today’s going to be the best damn day of my life.

When we get to the hospital, I don’t bother to park. I pull up to the door leading to the hospital's maternity section. A nurse meets us at the car with a wheelchair for Julia.

“I can walk,” Julia says in her annoyed voice.

“You can walk all you want once we get you into maternity. For now, your chariot awaits.” The nurse smiles, but I can tell she’s tough as nails and not to be fucked with.

“Okay,” Julia says.

“I’ll be right back.” I accidentally drive over the edge of the curb as I pull into the closest parking spot. But I’m fine. I’m not nervous. I’m perfectly calm.

I lift my hands from the steering wheel. They’re trembling, but that’s just from excitement. I’m not freaking out at all. Nope. Not me.

When I get back, Julia’s settled, and the nurse is ready to roll her back. Now’s the perfect time to let the guys know what’s up. I pull my phone out of my cut and send a group text, letting everyone know it’s go-time. After I send the text, I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. My woman needs me, so I can’t lose my shit. I’ve got to keep it together.

The maternity rooms are larger than the other hospital rooms. They’re cozier, too. There’s plenty of room for Julia to walk around the room, but the nurse also said we could walk through the halls in the maternity section. She did caution us not to leave the area because it’s locked down for safety reasons. Besides that, it’s better Julia stays close to the doctors and nurses since this is her first pregnancy.

The first couple of hours pass with us joking around. We’ve been tossing silly baby names back and forth.

“Preston Scar’sson the Third,” Julia says with a hoity-toity flick of her pinky.

“If it’s a girl, then’Murica,” I say dramatically.

“Oh God, don’t let Talon hear that one.” Julia laughs before her face scrunches up. She whooshes out a breath and grabs the edge of the table near her bed. “Oh, fuck, that was a bad one.”

“Cuss all you want, baby. I wish I could do this for you.”

“You’re only saying that because it’s impossible.” She scowls. “You’re not the one who has to push a bowling ball out of your vagina.”

“You’re going to be okay,” I tell her. “Women do this every day. You’re going to do great, hon.”

“What if my pussy turns into a giant gaping hole?” She sobs.

I know it’s just the pain talking, so I keep my mouth shut. I don’t want to blurt out something I’ll regret accidentally. Now’s not the time to joke around with her. She’s in too much pain. Fuck, I hate not being able to help her.

“I’m going to have a drive-thru pussy,” she shrieks.

“Babe, that’s not going to happen. And even if it did, I’d still love you.”

She half-sobs, half-laughs until another contraction takes over her body. It kills me to see her in so much pain, but she insists on doing this naturally. Why? Because my woman’s a badass, and this is what she wants. I’m already in awe of her, and we’re nowhere near the end of this process.

“You’re not sticking your dick in me for at least a year,” she growls between contractions.

She’s probably going to get even more grumpy and pissed off as the contractions get closer together. I’m ready for this. I don’t care what she says. I’m here to support her in any way I can. Besides, I know she won’t be able to hold out for a whole year. She loves my cock too much.

“Breathe, baby.” I stand behind her and gently rub her back.

“Fuck, Scar! This fucking hurts.”

“I know.”

“You don’t know. Let me kick you in the balls, and then you’ll know,” she snaps.

“I don’t think we need to go that far.” I chuckle.

A nurse strolls in. “How’s everything going in here?”