Page 150 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

I squeezed his fingers. “I know.”

And I did.

I wasn’t just chasing dreams anymore, I was living them.

Right here, in the heart of Medford, surrounded by the people I loved.

My home. My bookstore. My future.

And I wouldn’t change a thing.

Especially not my men.

Okay, so it was unconventional and not what I ever expected, but it was perfect.

Mason was my laughter, my chaos, my spark on the darkest days. Owen was my steady anchor, always there to hold me when I needed grounding. And Ethan. Ethan was my quiet strength, my calm in every storm.

And somehow, someway, they had all become home to me.

The first sharp pain hit in the middle of a book club meeting. At first, I brushed it off as nothing. Braxton Hicks, maybe.

But then another came.

Then another.

The murmurs of conversation around me started to blur as I pressed a hand to my belly, exhaling slowly.

Lila, ever perceptive, narrowed her eyes at me from across the room. “Aurora. Are you okay?”

“I…” I started to nod, but then I felt it—a deep, pulling pressure that made my breath hitch. “I think…”

A rush of warmth flooded down my legs, and the entire room froze.

Beatrice gasped. “Holy cow. Her water just broke.”

Nancy clapped her hands. “It’s happening!”

For a second, I just stood there, staring at the growing puddle on the floor, my brain not computing.

Then Mason’s voice rang out from across the store. “Holy shit.”

Seconds later, all three of them came running.

Ethan’s eyes scanned me from head to toe. “How far apart are the contractions?”

“I…” Another wave of pain had me gripping the counter. “I don’t know, but very close together.”

Owen was already pulling out his keys. “We need to get her to the hospital. Now.”

Mason, meanwhile, looked downright terrified. “Oh my God. Oh my God. This is happening. You're having the baby. Right now. We’re having a baby.”

“I’mhaving the baby,” I corrected through clenched teeth.

“Right, yes,youare,” Mason said quickly, practically vibrating with nervous energy. “But we’re involved!”

Owen grabbed my coat, helping me slip into it. “We can debate logistics later. Let’s go.”

I barely remembered the car ride to the hospital.

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