Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I glanced around the room, seeing winded, happy guys. My heart fluttered, and I couldn’t begin to explain how happy I was to be with them again. Officially.
“Me first,” I said.
Auden laughed and took my hand to help me up.
The minute I stood, I suddenly felt wetness coat my thighs and down my legs.
“Woah!” I said, freezing in place as I looked down at the sight.
“What’s wrong?” Bradley asked, jumping up like he was ready to go to war.
With wide eyes, I looked up at them.
“My water broke!”
Chapter 24
Claude
I wasn’t the type to panic. Truly. I was the mediator of the club for a reason because I could keep a level head, but when Aisling told us that our water broke, I lost every sane thought in my head.
“What do we do? We go to the hospital now, right?” I demanded as I hurried to Aisling’s side, taking her arm to help steady her.
Aisling was reeling from shock, but she managed to nod.
“Yeah, we need to go. I didn’t think this would happen today. He’s early!” she said as she looked between everyone.
“Is he too early?” Hayden asked as a look of worry filled his face.
“There’s no time for questions. We need to get her to the hospital and to a doctor! Someone call a cab!” Kai ordered, motioning for everyone to get moving.
I helped Cameron find some clothes for Aisling, deciding on a pair of stretchy pants and a loose shirt that I was pretty sure was mine. We helped Aisling get dressed, asking if she was okay enough times for her to shoot us a pointed look. It was time to shut up and get moving.
“Alright, let’s go!” I called out.
Kai took Aisling’s hand and led her out to the taxi that was waiting for us.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” he told her as her face started to get pale.
I followed them and helped Aisling get into the backseat while Kai ran around to the other side to get in, reaching across to buckle her in. I rubbed her back and kissed her on the temple before shutting the door and slapping the top of the car.
“Go!”
As the taxi sped off, I hurried to my bike and followed the others as we trailed the car all the way to the hospital. My heart seemed to race faster and faster the closer we got, and realization hit me hard. Our son was about to be born.
“Holy shit,” I murmured as I parked next to Auden.
Tearing off my helmet, I rushed into the hospital with the others, catching a glimpse of Aisling as a few nurses swarmed her to take her back into labor and delivery.
“Wait here, please. We’ll send someone to update you soon,” one of the nurses told us, keeping us from following as they wheeled Aisling into the back.
I frowned in worry as I heard Aisling’s groans of pain. She must’ve been having contractions.
“I hope we didn’t do anything wrong,” I told the others, cold sweat threatening to break out on my forehead.
Bradley ran his fingers through his hair in a stressed manner.
“He wasn’t supposed to be born this early. I know babies come out when they want to, but he still had more than a week left,” he said. “Did the stress do it? The sex?”
We all stood in the waiting area, unable to relax enough to take a seat. Every time we saw a nurse, we perked up, thinking we were about to be told answers, only for the nurse to walk past us. Time felt so agonizingly slow.
Things weren’t supposed to happen like this. The baby was supposed to come on the twelfth, and we all planned to take her to the hospital with a packed bag and a rotating schedule of who was going to be in her room and by her side at a time. We had a whole plan.
But we couldn’t plan life.
I still imagined a happy, exciting future for my growing family, though. I saw us going on rides together. Teaching our son how to ride. Sharing big family dinners together. Our love for Aisling growing deeper and deeper as time passed.
That was what I imagined, and I held on to that dream tighter and tighter with each tense minute that passed by.
“We should’ve heard something by now. What if something is wrong?” Chris asked as he paced between the rows of chairs.
“Wait, here’s another nurse coming,” Cameron said, motioning to an older nurse who seemed to be heading right toward us.
We all gravitated toward her.
“How’s Aisling?”
“Is she okay?”
“Is the baby fine?”
The nurse put her hands up to quiet us down so that she could speak.
“The baby became breeched during labor. We had to take Aisling into emergency surgery where she currently is now,” she explained.
My knees felt weak for a moment, making me grab Lincoln’s shoulder for support.