Page 251 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Is that your friend whose girlfriend owns that store, and her business partner Bella works at?” Boston asks Marlow.

“Her name is Ella, and yes.”

“Make the call,” Brennan says to Marlow.

Marlow pulls out his phone and types something and looks back at us. “Done.”

“Done what?” Boston asks. “All you did was send a text.”

“I actually sent a code, but we have a way to communicate.”

Marlow’s phone dings, and he looks down at it and smiles.

His phone then rings, and he hands it to the doctor. “It’s a doctor from New Hope Private Hospital.”

“That was quick,” the doctor says and answers the phone. He runs over the plan and that just sounds like a bunch of doctor lingo to me.

While they all decide where we are going, I swing my legs off the bed and stand. I want to pack if I’m going to the hospital, and I want to message Jimmie and Sinclair.

Water trickles down my leg, and I know it isn’t normal. “Um, guys... I don’t think I peed myself this time.”

Everyone in the room stops talking and turns to face me.

“We don’t have time to take Jolie to New Hope,” the doctor states. “My sister-in-law is a midwife at Evergreen Private. It’s about ten minutes away and a very respectable hospital.”

“Call them and tell them we are on our way. We will need a private room and will have security arriving with us. Just make it happen.”

The doctor nods, and before he leaves the room, asks me to go into the bathroom and put on a pad, then to pack anything else I would like to take.

Boston says he will go pack for me, Brennan exits to organise security, and Marlow calls Grandma Betty to get her to call everyone else.

Chester and Creed come back into the room, and seeing the hustle and bustle of everyone, beeline straight for me.

“What’s happening?” Creed asks.

“I think the babies are coming—my water broke.” I point to the small puddle on the brand-new carpet.

Both Creed and Chester look down. “I’m about to become a dad,” Chester says, his voice tinged with awe.

“You’re about to become a dad,” I repeat.

I have so many questions for the doctor, but figure they can wait until we are at the hospital. Within fifteen minutes, we are all ready to leave. The doctor left ten minutes ago so he could get there first and make sure everything is set up and ready for us.

We arrive at the hospital in a black SUV with a damn entourage, like we’re celebrities or some shit. We have to sit in the car while the security team goes up to the maternity ward with Brennan, which is overkill, if you ask me.

A lovely blonde nurse, who is not much older than us, comes out to the car and knocks on the window. Boston rolls it down.

“What?!” he snaps, and she scowls at him in return. I love her already.

“Your bodyguards cleared the floor, and I thought I would get a head start and bring the wheelchair down here. It’s a long walk and being heavily pregnant, leaking fluids, and swollen, I thought your girlfriend might want a lift. I work for Olympia, and we were all called in. The staff upstairs are all in a hissy fit about you providing your own doctor and midwives.”

“That’s because the idiots wouldn’t begin to know how to deal with babies like this—it would blow their fucking minds,” Boston adds, clearly warming up to the girl now that he knows she works for us.

“Brennan thought it would be a good idea for us to be here. We have been briefed about your births and what we can possibly expect. We know these babies are different, but that’s all we have to go off.”

“Thank you,” I tell her and lean across Boston to open the door.

“Brennan said to stay in the car until he is back,” Boston demands.

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