Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“You can go through now, Mr. Nash.” The receptionist pointed to the automatic secure doors, which were opening. Slapping Ky on the shoulder, I rushed through the doors and searched for room six. It was at the end of the hallway. Like outside in the reception, the nurses and doctors stared at me coming past. I knew what they were seeing—a huge, dark-haired, tattooed prez who looked like he would kill in seconds. I would. Luckily for them, it was only people who pissed me the fuck off. If they got in my way, that would mean them.
A loud motherfucking cry came from the end of the hallway; I recognized that voice straight away. I rushed down the rest of the hallway and smashed through the door. Beauty and Lilah were standing either side of Mae, a hand in each of hers.
The minute Mae saw me, her lip wobbled, fucking destroying me where I stood. “River . . .” Beauty moved. Mae’s hand was held out for me. I took hold of it and finally got a good look at her. Her black hair was tied back, strands around her face were wet. Her face was red and covered in sweat. Her eyes were tired, but she still looked up at me like I was a fucking god. “River . . .” she said again, her voice breaking. “You made it.” She smiled at me, and the look on her face broke my fucking heart.
Mae’s hand suddenly squeezed mine tightly. She cried out again, back arching. Lilah gave her some weird-looking contraption to suck on. Mae’s eyes squeezed shut, and a nurse came over to check the machines that were all around her.
“It won’t be long,” she said and gave Mae a big smile, like my wife wasn’t fucking ripped apart with pain.
“Styx,” Beauty said from behind me. I was fucking lost right now. Could barely take my eyes from Mae looking like this, gripping on to me while she was fucking racked with pain. “We’ll wait outside in the waiting room, okay?”
I nodded. What the fuck was I meant to do in here? When I looked back at Mae, Lilah was kissing her on the head. “You can do this, sister.” Lilah smiled. “It will not be long before we have a little boy to love and spoil, Mama.”
“Yes,” Mae agreed and smiled again. A tear fell down her cheek as Lilah left the room. When her wolf eyes rolled to me, I fucking broke again. She must have seen it. “I am okay, Styx.” She squeezed my hand again, but she had all the strength of a fly. Her hand shook. “I am so happy you are here. I need you so much.”
The nurse left the room. I wanted to drag her back in by her fucking hair and demand she take the fucking pain away from Mae.
“I will be okay, Styx.”
Leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers. Mae, as always, fell into me. My forehead touched hers. “I f-fucking love y-you.”
I felt Mae smile against my lips, before another contraction ripped the fuck through her, forcing her to tear her head away and cry out. In seconds, her doctor was through. Her female doctor. Like fuck I was gonna pay for some male cunt to have his hands all up in my woman’s pussy.
The doctor moved between Mae’s legs. Mae’s hands tightened in mine. Her eyes stayed fixed on mine the entire time. I shook with fucking rage. Anger that, even now, Mae still couldn’t face anyone but me touching her legs—not that any fucker would dare try. But she couldn’t even stand her doctor being between her legs. It was because of all of the years of abuse by those bastards in the cult. Forcing her legs open and fucking her until she bled.
I kept my eyes on her as the doctor rolled her chair back, got to her feet and said, “We’re ready for you to start pushing.”
Mae took a deep breath and said to me, “River . . . I am scared.”
My chest fucking snapped. I couldn’t fucking stand her in pain. Was gonna fucking explode seeing her like this. But I kept my shit together. Leaning down, I put my ear to her ear. “Y-you got this, b-babe. I’m h-here. I fucking love y-you and I’m h-here. Y-yeah?”
Mae breathed out, and her hand slackened around mine. “Yes.”
“Mae, on your next contraction, I want you to push, okay?” Mae nodded at her doctor. And she did as she was told.
It was brutal. It was fucking torture to watch my bitch go through so much pain. But she never fell apart. She fucking held onto my hand and pushed and pushed, until the doctor lifted her head from between Mae’s legs and said, “One more push, Mae, and your son will be here.”