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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Sean

IT WAS TWO days past her due date and Tara was miserable. So miserable that she yelled at me and kicked me out of the apartment. Told me to go find something useful to do like hunt down Patrick.

I felt bad for her. I wished I could do something to help speed along the process. We were both anxious to meet our little nugget.

She has tried walking, taking a bath, squats, spicy food, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. I haven’t minded helping with that last one. I also know that we won’t be having any sex for a few weeks to months after she gives birth. The dry spell we will both have to endure will be well worth the sacrifice once we get to hold our baby.

So that’s how I ended up here. Tucking my gun back into my holster while Callum ties up our latest guest for the basement.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I hit the button on my ear-piece to answer. “Hi honey.” I say, knowing already who it is.

“Don’t you honey me!” She growls into the phone.

Shit.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” She parrots. “What’s wrong is I’ve got a watermelon trying to push its way out of my vagina and you are out playing with your toys.”

I can’t help but to laugh as I signal to Callum that I’ve got to go. He rushes to throw our captive in the trunk while I climb into the driver’s seat.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. Take deep breaths.” I hear her breath in. “I’m on my way to the hospital now.”

“Good. Because I swear if you aren’t hear to cut the umbilical cord, and meet our kid for the first time together, I will use your favorite knife to cut off your balls.” Then she cuts the call.

Callum is laughing hysterically beside me. The call switch from my headset to the car’s bluetooth as soon as I got in. “You know she’s not joking.” He says.

“Yeah.” I smile. “I know.” My woman is a fucking hellcat and I love it.

Less than five minutes later, I’m running from the car into the hospital. Callum is taking care of our guest and then will be back to join Killian and Grady, who are already here and waiting.

I rush through throwing on the approves scrubs for the delivery room. Tara is glowing even under the awful hospitals lights. She’s got a sheen of sweat already dampening her skin from the contractions.

I move to her side, and give her a quick kiss.

“I love you in your suits, but damn do you fill out them scrubs.” She says with a laugh that turns into a groan as another contraction hits.

Two hours later Tara is exhausted, I think my hand is broken from her squeezing, and I’m holding my beautiful baby girl with jade green eyes that match her mother.