Bedwrecker(91)
“I have no idea.” I laugh.
“What do you mean you have no idea? We went to all those classes.”
“You were there too.”
“Yeah, but I was watching you and your tits, not paying attention to the teacher.”
I have to laugh at that.
Come on, how can I not?
I slide my feet to the floor and rise from the bed to cross the room. As I slip into my oversized shirt, I feel a cramp and have to slump over.
Keen rushes over to me. “Let’s go to the hospital.”
“Let me call my mother and see what she says first.” I sit back on the bed, taking a deep breath.
Keen quickly hands me my phone from the night table. “Did you pack a bag yet?”
“No. I thought I still had time.”
He strides over to the closet. “I’ll do it.”
I call my mother.
“How far apart are your contractions?” she asks.
“I’ve only had one.”
“You have plenty of time. Winston and I will hop on the next plane. Just relax, okay?”
I don’t answer.
“Margaret Elizabeth, answer me.”
Margaret?
She only ever calls me by my full name when she’s really mad or truly nervous. Since she can’t be mad, I’m betting on nervous.
Great.
“Yes, Mom. I promise I will relax.”
“And call me if anything changes. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
As I hang up, I look up to see Keen standing in utter sexiness in the door frame. He is disheveled and so handsome—his jeans are unzipped, his shirt is unbuttoned, and his feet are bare.
He lifts his eyes to me. “Do you think we made a mistake?”
Pissed off beyond reason, my mouth drops and a fury prickles at my skin. “Why would you say that? It’s a little late now, don’t you think?”
He furrows his brow. “I mean that we didn’t call Makayla instead of your mother. What did you think I meant?”
Relief courses through me at the same time that another cramp bites from my lower gut. I wince and he flies to the bed.
“What can I do?”
I grab his hand. “Just stay with me. I’m scared.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Why should we call Makayla?” I ask as I look down at the large diamond that adorns my finger and the ring below it that matches his.
“Because I don’t think I can pack your shit—I can’t even think straight.”
I laugh and hold my stomach. “This isn’t jail. We don’t only get one call.”
“Then I think I should call her.” His voice is full of concern, yet he does nothing but sit here and stare.
The man so full of control is totally flustered and clueless right now.
I muster all of my energy as another cramp hits. Once it passes, I crawl on top of him and straddle his lap as best I can, and then I take his face in my hands. “You need to calm down. I need you. Do you hear me? I need you to be strong and take control of this situation like you do every other situation in your life.”
He slides his lips to kiss my hand and takes it in his. “I love when you talk like you’re the one in control,” he laughs, and I know he’s back.
Keen Masters, the man in control, is back.
I shimmy off him and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
When he still doesn’t move, I question the whole “the man is back” thing and end up shoving him from behind. “Keen!”
Rather dazed, he looks at me. “We’re having a baby.”
Hands on my hips, I purse my lips and talk through clenched teeth. “Yes we are, and unless you want to be the one delivering this baby, you will call Makayla right now so we can leave.”
“Maybe we should call the doctor, instead?”
“No!”
“Why?”
“Because I already decided we are going to the hospital, and if you don’t make that call I won’t even have a pair of underwear to put on.”
With a smirk, he says, “And that’s a bad thing, why?”
I narrow my eyes at him.
With that he’s on the phone before I can give him a smart-ass response. Then something strikes so hard, the pain so severe, I have to let out a scream. Hanging up, he rushes over to me and takes my hand. “Let’s go. They’re coming too close. We need to get to the hospital fast.”
He’s really in a panic now.
When the contraction stops, I stare up at him.
“What?” he asks, confused.
“You have to zip your pants, button your shirt, and put some shoes on, and I’m practically naked.”
He laughs and hurries to ready himself.
Then, finally taking control, he helps me slide on the pair of panties I was going to put on earlier. Next, he grabs a pair of those elephant-sized leggings I own and somehow manages to get them up my thighs. Finally, he slips my swollen feet into my Converse, which he has to tie as well.