“Well,” Lee rambled. “You three graduated last week, I think we should celebrate.”
“There are two very big problems with this trip, princess,” I said, agitated, but trying to rein it in. “The first being the fact, that those two, are barely speaking to each other.”
I stopped to point at Cam and Derek, who were keeping a respective berth between each other. “And the second, and most important fact, is that you have less than two weeks until your due date.”
“Pssh,” Lee dismissed. “Cam and Derek want to go, don’t you guys?”
They both nodded, half-heartedly, obviously agreeing to this, for fear of upsetting the pregnant woman.
“Please, Kyle,” she begged. “Please?”
I groaned. “Fine, pack your shit, we can go.”
I needed to grow a pair of fucking balls.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lee
The cramping in my stomach was definitely contractions.
I was trying to keep calm, and not worry the others to the fact that I thought I could be going into labor, in a car, in the back ass of nowhere.
Kyle was sitting in the driver’s seat of his Mercedes, humming along to the radio and tapping his fingers against the wheel, as the merc ate up the miles, on this back road to nowhere.
Cam and Derek were dozing in the back and I was about to scream my head off in pain.
I was so uncomfortable, that sitting in one spot, became impossible.
I twisted in my seat, leaning back, before turning sideways, to see if that helped.
It didn’t.
The tightening started again, and I checked the clock on the dashboard.
The contractions were coming quick now; two minutes apart.
“Kyle?” I muttered through clenched teeth, and I tried to concentrate on breathing slow and deep.
When he didn’t answer, I snapped, “Kyle. Will you shut the hell up for a sec?”
“Hmm? You don’t like my singing, princess?” Kyle asked, grinning at me.
His smile slipped the minute our eyes met, changing into a worried frown.
“Jesus, you’re sweating like crazy,” he muttered, pressing a button on his door that wound my window down. “Does that help?”
Even though hot, sticky air hit me in the face like an oven door opening, it was a relief from the stuffiness inside of the car.
It was so goddamn hot and all I wanted to do was strip my sundress off.
I could feel sweat trickling from my brow, as my stomach hardened to a rock.
I grunted in relief as the pain passed, and sagged back in my seat.
I wasn’t due for another two weeks, so I wasn’t entirely sure how this would pan out.
I’d read so many articles in the past few months about first time labors. They were usually long and slow.
The tightening pains had started at home, during breakfast this morning, but I’d been so excited about going on this road trip, that I’d just put it down to the usual twinges, or maybe some Braxton hicks. I also hadn’t wanted to give Kyle the satisfaction of being right, again.
Since then, the pains had gone from mild, to crippling, and I was struggling to stay quiet and not squirm.
“Yeah, it’s good, it helps with the pains,” I sighed, wiping the beads of sweat from my brow.
Kyle jerked in his seat, turning his head to look at me.
“Watch the road,” I growled, as another sharp swell of pain attacked my body.
I panted, tugging on the hem of my dress so tightly, I felt the fabric rip beneath my fingers.
The pain smothered me, and I moaned, spreading my legs apart in a bid to relieve myself from the burning pressure in my vagina.
The pain in my back was so bad I thought I would die.
“Oh shit, they’re getting worse,” I hissed, grinding my teeth together.
“Worse?” Kyle croaked in a high pitched tone.
Veering the car off towards the side of road, he killed the engine and turned to me with an anxious expression.
“Do you think you’re in labor, baby?”
I nodded, as another stab of pain washed over me. I groaned, tried to hold my breath, but that just made it worse.
“Fuck,” he hissed, as he unclipped his belt and pulled his phone from his pocket.
“Damn it, there’s no signal on this motherfucking thing,” he roared, throwing the phone at the dashboard violently.
The phone shattered into pieces, the battery falling out and landing under his feet.
Oh great, Kyle, really freaking smart.
“Stop shouting at me, asshat,” I yelled, clawing at my stomach as the rawest form of agony I’d ever felt washed over me.
Holy shit, I was going to die.
I was going to die on the side of the road, cursing like a sailor, while my boyfriend had a freaking panic attack.
“I’m not shouting, baby. It’s okay. It’s totally fine,” he coaxed pulling my damp hair back from my face. “We’re what, an hour away from the city max? That gives us plenty of time, I’m sure. We’ll keep driving, until we can get a signal or a hospital.”