Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(59)

I hear the sound of pounding feet down below, and then I see Jordan standing at the foot of them, glaring up at me. He is a bit overprotective. He’s been that way since the moment he felt the babies kick. He isn’t satisfied unless I’m sitting or wrapped in bubble wrap. Luckily, he hasn’t tried that.

“You were supposed to wait for me, Alisha Lynn!” he yells and glares. He isn’t really mad. He can’t stay mad at me long.

“Jordan, our babies are hungry!” I whine.

His face immediately softens. That’s all it takes. I just get tired of having to wait on him, and I want to walk myself into labor. I am literally a walking belly. I’ve gained a lot of weight, but it seems to have gone to my butt and belly. My boobs hurt so bad that it’s unreal.

I step down onto the floor, and Jordan comes up beside me, a hand on my back, leading me to the kitchen.

“What do my babies want?”

I’m craving a rack of ribs, but we don’t have that. “A rack of ribs.”

He laughs and picks his phone up. “Prospect, pick up some ribs for Alisha from blues and get back here ASAP.” He hangs up.

I just fell in love with this man again. “I love you.”

He rolls his eyes and kisses my forehead. “Anything for you.” He leads me out of the kitchen and into the living room, where he deposits me on the couch. He gets down on his knees and faces my belly. He does this at least once a day. He loves pressing on my belly and getting the babies to kick and move.

He lifts my shirt and kisses my stomach on either side, once for each of them. I smile and rub the back of his head. He presses on the left side of my stomach, and then a second later, I can see the moment. He kisses where they just touched. He’s wanting them out just as bad as I am.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rings. The prospect is here with the ribs, and I sit up, licking my lips. I’m starving! Jordan walks to the door and takes the food from him, and the prospect walks inside. He’s a twenty-year-old kid and sweet as sin.

“How are you, Mrs. Walker?” he asks and sits beside me on the couch.

Smiling at him, I stand up and reach for the ribs, which are now on the coffee table. Jordan is off in the kitchen, getting forks, and I’m not in the mood to wait.

“I would have handed them to you!” He stands up and attempts to help me.

“I’m fine.” I shake my head and take the ribs off the table. Then I feel a gush of water flowing down my legs and look down.

My water just broke. I look up at the prospect, and he is staring at my legs. His head comes up and he looks at me in absolute horror.

“Techy! She’s leaking!” he screams like a little girl and takes off out of the room toward Jordan.

I stand still. I can’t believe my water just broke just like that.

Oh. My. God. My babies are coming!

I hear a thunder of footsteps, and Jordan charges into the room. He rushes to my side and looks down at my legs then at my face.

“My water broke.”

A million different emotions come across his face. “Lake, go upstairs and grab the three bags by the door including the pillow and blanket! Run!” He puts a huge emphasis on the word run.

Lake runs out of the room and up the stairs.

“I need to change, Jordan.”

He nods and runs up the stairs, and I go to the half bath across the living room. I have a feeling I will be the only calm one. I’m sure I won’t be calm later, but I can’t afford not to be calm now.

I hear a thunder of footsteps again and see Lake running across the living room with three bags, a pillow tucked under his arm, and a blanket on top of his head. He slams the front door open and runs outside.

Jordan pops around the corner with a pair of leggings and underwear. He strips me out of my clothes in jerky movements, and I lift my legs for him to take them off. We are at the point of pregnancy now where I can’t put my own shoes and pants on.

He slides the underwear up to my knees and then pulls my pants on. I pull my underwear up the rest of the way and then do the same with my pants.

Jordan shoots up, and I grab his hand. I can see how scared he is. “We are going to be okay.” He nods and cups the back of my head.

A sharp pain hits me, and my head hits his chest. My eyes are clenched shut, and I grip his shirt as I ride through the pain.

“Fuck!” he growls and strokes my back.

A few seconds later, it ends. “Okay. It’s over.”

I walk out of the bathroom and into the living room. We stop beside the door, and I slip a pair of flip-flops on. Jordan has one arm wrapped around my back, and the other rests on my hip.

He opens the door and pulls his phone out. I hear the house locking and engaging. Lake has pulled the truck up to the porch. We slowly walk down the stairs, and I stop at the truck. Lake opens the door, and Jordan easily lifts me inside. Lake braces his hands at my back and under my arm. This is one sweet kid. I scoot in with my feet and rest my head against the back of the seat.