Page 3 of Viva Wed Vegas

“There’s no reason why not. Just get as close as you can and try it. We’ve got a pregnant woman crowing in the back. The last thing she needs is whiplash,” I yell over my shoulder as I wade through the mud back to the truck. I climb in and scoot Maggie back into her seat. “Josie is going to try ramming us from behind,” I state, looking in the rearview mirror before I turn on the hazard lights to tell her we’re ready.

“Arrrrghhh, motherfucker,” Alina cries out in pain from the back.

“Brace yourself. Hopefully this will work,” I state.

“You brace your fucking self!” Alina snaps back. I smirk, not taking any offense to her words.

“Okay, here we go,” I say as I watch Josie press on the gas a little too hard. “Shit,” I mutter just before she slams her truck into the back end of mine, sending it lurching forward with force. Maggie places her hand out to brace it, and we are thrown forward. I hear a thump, and Alina cries out. I turn to see her lying on her back in the back seat’s footwell. “Shit, are you okay?” I ask.

“Do I look okay?! I’ve just fallen off the fucking seat, and the spawn of Satan is trying to make its way out of me!” she snarls like a rabid animal. Jesus, I know I wasn’t this bad when I had Enzo.

I look at Maggie, who gives me a brief nod that she’s okay. “Help me get her back on the seat,” I tell Maggie as we both get out of the truck. I open one side of the back door while Maggie grabs the other. “You grab her ankles, and I will grab under her arms,” I state.

Alina is holding onto her stomach, her face scrunched up in pain.

“On three,” Maggie says.

“I am not a piece of heavy furniture,” Alina growls through gritted teeth.

“One, two, three,” I say, ignoring Alina. Maggie and I both groan as we lift and dump Alina back into the seat with a huff.

“Fuck,” I pant, placing my hands on my hips.

“Hospital,” Alina orders as she takes painful breaths.

Maggie and I jump back into the front of the truck, both covered in mud, but neither of us are concerned. I press my foot on the gas, but we still don’t move. I groan and slam my head onto the steering wheel.

“Now what?” Maggie asks.

I shrug and get back out of the car, only to see that Josie’s truck is also stuck.

“Motherfucker,” I exclaim, exasperated. Josie gets out of the truck, removing Maisy from her seat, as does Belle with River, before they carefully make their way to me.

“Looks like we are walking to the main road and then getting the guys to come and pick us up,” Belle groaned.

“There is no way Alina can walk,” I state.

“We have a double stroller. She can sit in that, and we can push her in it,” Josie suggests.

I look down at the boggy ground beneath us.

“We won’t be able to push her in it; it’ll get stuck. If we could just get her to the other side of that tree, where the ground is firmer, then we can push her in it. But this means you’ll have to carry the kids,” I state. “Where are the others? Maybe they could come help?” I ask Josie.

“Busy. Nova has a wedding cake to finish, Rhea is currently in the middle of tattooing a client, Dixie is helping out at the hospital, and Elsie hasn’t responded, which means Scar is probably keeping her occupied,” Josie says with a playful wink. “But it’s no problem! I packed the baby carriers!” Josie says with an excited grin.

“Why the hell did you bring everything?” I ask. “It was just a drive.”

“Because you never know what could go wrong,” Josie says with a smirk on her face.

I flip her the middle finger, making her laugh. At that moment, Alina lets out a howl of pain, and Maggie comes over. “Are you done gossiping like old women? Her contractions are getting closer, and I’m not ready to watch Alina push something out of her vagina,” Maggie says with disgust on her face.

“A baby, not something.” Belle smirks. “Let’s get the stroller out and put Alina in it. We’ll have to carry her to the other side of the tree. Then, hopefully, we can push her in it until we get to the main road,” I state.

“Okay, then what?” Maggie presses.

“Then we get a taxi. I have the app, and I can select the minivan,” I state firmly.

Maggie shrugs, not having a better idea; with the guys almost at the hospital, it will take them twice as long to get here. If there is a taxi in the area, everything should be fine. But the way things were going today, I was expecting the rest of today to go anything but fine.

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