Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 46085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“I bet you fifty euros he hurts himself,” Nico murmured to his brothers.
Damien snorted. “I know he will so I’m not taking that bet.”
“What are you both talkin’ about?”
Nico shrugged. “He hasn’t worked out properly in a while… he has been on edge since you got hurt, so he will go hard with Ryder during their session.”
I blinked. “He’ll know not to overdo it.”
I hoped.
I didn’t want him injuring himself.
“He’ll pull something, I’ve no doubt about it in my mind.”
I grunted. “I’m about two seconds away from followin’ him and makin’ him stay home, and I don’t want to do that because he has hardly left my side over the last few weeks so change the bloody topic.”
“Your leg,” Alec suddenly blurted. “How is your leg?”
I mentally laughed at him, he looked so damn proud of himself for changing the topic so quickly.
“It’s fine,” I said and bent and straightened it out. “It gets a bit stiff sometimes, but it doesn’t hurt or anythin’.”
“And your arm?” Damien asked.
I looked down to my forearm and grimaced at the nasty burn scar that marred it.
“The only thing painful about it now is lookin’ at it.”
“What about your throat?” This came from Nico.
I snorted at the three brothers.
“I’m talkin’ so it’s fine. I’m fine. Perfectly fine.”
They nodded their heads but kept staring at me.
I was about to laugh and question why they were staring at me until something happened.
Something wet and sudden.
I widened my eyes. As quick as I could, I jumped to my feet. I gasped and held under my belly as water gushed from between my thighs.
“Oh, shit,” Nico whispered as he stared at me with wide eyes. “Please tell me that’s not what I think it is?”
I couldn’t respond, my throat was clogged up with shock.
“Bro!” Alec hissed at Nico. “She is pregnant, don’t make fun of her for pissing herself. The baby is pressing on her bladder, have a heart!”
Alec looked at me then and smiled. “Don’t even worry about it, gorgeous, we’ll help get you cleaned up and—”
“Branna,” I called out, my voice shaking.
Silence.
Damien opened his mouth when he realised what just happened and called her name louder. “Branna!”
Alec shook his head. “Why do you three look like you’ve seen a ghost? It’s only piss—ew, why does it smell funny?”
I looked down to the clear liquid that was puddled around my feet. I gasped when more of the liquid flowed down my legs. It was the oddest sensation of not being able to stop it.
“Branna!” I called out again.
I heard the toilet flush from down the hallway. “I’m comin’, just washing me hands, honey.”
I took a few deep breaths then cried out when a sudden sharp cramping pain filled my mid-section. It was so painful and out of the blue that I slipped on the water that I stood in. I almost fell over, but Damien and Alec shot up from the sofa and each quickly grabbed one of my arms. They steadied me and tried to avoid standing in the water that was still dripping from me.
I could feel it.
“Oh, shit,” Alec whispered then turned his head and screamed, “Branna, it’s happening. Get your midwife ass in here!”
I heard an excited squeal come from the hallway, then quick-paced footsteps. Branna entered my sitting room, looked at the brothers on either side of me then to the water on my legs and at my feet.
A wide smile spread across her face. “Your water broke before your contractions started? That is brilliant, sweetheart.”
“I just had a sharp pain right after they broke,” I explained. “It only lasted for a few seconds though, is that bad?”
Branna shook her head. “Nope, usually contractions happen for a few hours, then your waters break, they intensify and bam, you’re a mammy.”
I blinked as fear suddenly filled me. “Why didn’t I get the hours of contractions first? Why did my waters go first?”
Branna chuckled and the brothers moved me out of the puddle I had created to a dry patch of floor. “Every labour is different, babe. You might a have a really quick labour, or you might be in labour until tomorrow or the next day. It all depends on how fast this little one wants to come out.”
“You swear this is normal?” I asked, suddenly shaking. “I still have two weeks to go. Can I not have a home birth anymore, do I have to go to the hospital?”
“Calm down, you don’t need to go anywhere unless I say so.” Branna placed her hands on my cheeks and smiled into my face. “Honey, you and the baby are fine. For about three in one hundred women their waters will break before they’re thirty-seven weeks along, and you’re at the thirty-eight week mark. Like I said, every pregnancy is different; there is no by-the-book way to have a baby. All of what I do is simply checkin’ on you and the baby throughout your labour. I follow the guidelines your body sets. This is perfectly normal and nothing to worry about, I promise you.”
I nodded my head, and took a few breaths to try and calm myself.
“I’m going to switch into midwife mode now, okay?” Branna smiled.
I nodded and found myself smiling when Nico and Alec kissed my head in unison, followed by Damien who kissed my nose.
“Let’s do this, Ado,” Alec said excitedly.
I chuckled. “Can you call Kane and have him come home?”
Alec kissed me once more. “I’m on it.”
He moved away from me and jogged out of the room with his phone pressed to his ear. I looked at Branna when she moved over to the large bag she left here a few weeks ago. Since she was my assigned midwife, it made sense for her to leave it here since I rarely left my apartment.
“Your liquid has a slight yellow tinge to it which is completely normal,” Branna informed me. “I can see you’re still leakin’, but not by much. That puddle over there was an obvious gush so there won’t be much left to leak out of you, but just to be safe I’ll bring you inside to change. I want to put a pad on you to keep track of the colour of the water, okay? I’m going to be jottin’ down notes on your form as I go along.”