Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
It felt so damn good.
“Now, you’re going to get fucked properly, baby,” Caiden growled in my ear.
My eyes locked on Christian’s beneath me. He smirked up at me. “You’re glowing, my moon.”
Then, my men proceeded to take and claim my body at the same time. All I could do was lay sandwiched between the two of them, taking everything they were giving me, and fuck, I never wanted it to end.
37
WELCOME, BABY GIRL
Ally
I blew out a soft breath and focused on the exam in front of me. I was nine months pregnant and finally back in college. It was the day of finals, and though I was nervous, I still felt pretty confident.
Christian and Caiden had both been working with me in the evenings to help me study. So far, I had been holding an A in all of my classes, and I was determined to keep it that way. I had plans to graduate at the top of my class and finally secure my career.
But my body had other plans.
I winced in pain when a contraction tightened my belly. I set my pencil down and drew in a deep breath, reminding myself to breathe and stay calm.
Panicking would not help me.
“Ms. Johnson, is something preventing you from taking my exam?” the professor asked, calling me out in front of everyone. I gritted my teeth, unable to think of an answer as I waited for the pain to pass.
I swallowed thickly, the contraction finally easing off. I shook my head at the professor. “No, sir,” I grabbed my pencil and resumed taking the test, waiting to see how long it would take the next contraction to show up.
Two minutes.
This one was a bit more painful.
I winced and tightened my grip around the pencil, trying to draw in a deep breath. I was scared. I knew I was excited to have this baby, to finally be a mother, but I wasn’t prepared for this part of the process. I had stupidly been hoping that this would happen at home when one of the guys was with me.
Not in the middle of class in the middle of my final exam.
“Ms. Johnson, are you okay?” the professor quietly asked me, coming to stand beside my desk.
I shook my head at him. “I need my phone,” I quietly told him. “I’m in labor.”
He quickly walked back up to the front of the classroom and brought me the basket with everyone’s phones. I pulled my phone out of it and quickly turned it back on, impatiently waiting for it to finish powering on.
The professor silently took my exam and folded it, sticking it in his back pocket. He stood next to my desk as I quickly pulled up Caiden’s phone number. This was our plan. If I was in school, I had to call Caiden. He was the one closest to me.
“Babe?” he asked. “Are you okay?”
“No,” I whimpered, tears suddenly rushing down my cheeks at the sound of his voice. “I’m in labor.”
“Fuck,” he swore. “Take deep breaths, baby. Can you get out in the hallway for me?”
“Mhm.” I slowly slid out of my desk. Another contraction tightened my belly, and I stumbled. The professor gripped my elbow, offering me support as I slowly made my way to the door.
“Breathe, baby,” Caiden commanded. “I can hear you panicking. I need you to breathe. I’m in my car. Give me three minutes, and I’ll be there with you,” he promised.
“Please be careful,” I breathlessly begged. The man had a serious issue with speeding.
I slowly sat down on one of the benches. The professor slipped back into the classroom, coming back a moment later with my purse. He set it beside me. “Good luck, and congratulations on your baby,” the professor told me with a smile. I nodded, trying to breathe through my contraction. “Send me an email when you’re out of the hospital, and we’ll schedule a day and time for you to come in and take your exam.”
Relief made me slump a little. I would still have a chance to make up this exam. “Thank you.”
He nodded and slipped back into the room. I drew in a shaky breath. “Caiden, it hurts,” I whimpered.
“I know, baby. Just continue breathing, okay? I’m almost there,” he assured me.
Caiden came sprinting up the stairs across from me, not even breaking a sweat or breathing heavily, whereas I felt like passing out just from having contractions.
“I’m here, baby.” He grabbed my purse and shouldered it before he lifted me up from the chair and cradled me in his arms, carrying me down the stairs. “Christian is meeting us at the hospital,” he informed me.
My face scrunched up in pain when another contraction tightened my belly. “Breathe,” Caiden ordered. “Baby, you have to breathe.”
“It hurts,” I cried, a tear running down my cheek.