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“It is my great honor to finally present to you, Carter and Delaney Lenox.”

I didn’t wait nor did I need permission to kiss my wife.

I swooped in and took her mouth in a kiss that was probably too indecent considering the company, but I paid no mind, and swept my tongue into her mouth. She moaned, and I didn’t stop until I heard a scream that made my blood run cold.

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“Oh, God! I’m sorry,” Honor panted.

“What’s wrong?” Ethan was by her side in a flash.

“I tried to wait.” She was still panting and was in obvious pain. “I tried to hold off. But…”

“But what? What’s happening?”

“Daddy? Mom peed herself,” Carson whispered, but as usual my niece’s whisper was more like a conversational tone.

“Shit.”

Jackson rushed through the crush of people and took over.

“How far apart are your contractions?”

“About three minutes, I think.”

“Three minutes?” Ethan shouted.

“When did they start?” Jackson continued.

“About five this morning. They were every fifteen minutes and not painful. But they’re…oh, sweet Jesus H.” Honor doubled over holding her stomach. “Painful,” she grunted. And finally through gritted teeth. “Painful now.”

“Ethan, call 911. Aunt Reagan, lots of blankets and towels. Bring them to the kitchen.”

My aunt Reagan took off running across her yard, Ethan looked like he was going to throw up any second, and the rest of my family looked concerned.

“Haven’t delivered a baby in a while, don’t break my streak,” Jackson joked and Honor scowled.

“Jack,” Honor growled. “That’s not—”

“Come on, let’s get you to the house,” Jackson cut her off.

“ETA is fifteen minutes on the ambulance,” Ethan announced.

Jackson scowled and remained quiet, helping my brother walk a very unhappy Honor toward the house.

“What’s that look?”

“Pal, I don’t think you have fifteen minutes.”

“Jesus Christ,” Ethan muttered.

“Daddy!”

“Ethan!”

His glower at my mom said it all, he was in no mood to be scolded.

“Is this really happening?” Laney whispered as we followed behind my brother.

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