Page 180 of Reaper's Rival

I looked at him to see if he was serious. “The baby, Kade. The baby is coming.”

He threw the blankets back and bounced out of bed. “Fuck, what do we do?” He was looking at me for answers while I tried my best to take steady breaths.

I gripped the bed frame as another wave of pain came over me.

As soon as it was gone, I reached for my phone and threw it at Kade. “Call Kim.”

Kade was pulling his jeans on but managed to catch it. He scrolled through the phone and then put it to his ear.

“Kim, it’s Reaper.”

I gripped the bed frame again as another wave came over me.

“Abby’s in labor.” I could hear the fear in Reaper’s voice. The man could face down a gun, but he was terrified of his wife in labor?

“What the fuck do you mean call Brad?” Reaper’s temper was going up. I could hear it in his voice.

“REAPER!” I wasn’t in the mood for him to be jealous.

“Fine, I’ll fucking call him.” He wasn’t happy about it. He hung up. “Can you tell me why I’m calling Brad?”

My face cringed up as another wave came over me. “Because he came to every birth class.”

Reaper had the phone to his ear when he said, “HE FUCKING WHAT?” His eyes narrowed. “Yeah you, you little twat. What’s this I hear of you going to birth classes with my wife?”

“REAPER!”

“Yeah, I’ve got a fucking problem with it!”

“REAPER!”

I got up and walked around the bed, snatching the phone from him in the middle of a rant. Brad was yelling in my ear.

“Brad, it’s Abby.”

“Abby, what the fuck is Reaper going on about?” The anger in Brad’s voice was clear. He obviously didn’t like being woken up in the middle of the night to a raging fool.

“I’m in labor.”

“Shit, Abby. I’m coming.”

I hung up the phone. “See, that was all you had to do.”

Reaper was pacing. “He isn’t the father. He shouldn’t be in there with you. That’s my job.”

I took another deep breath in. “He won’t be, Kade. He just knows what I should be doing.”

“Well, you were there. You should know what to do.”

“Isn’t that easy, Reaper.”

Our door burst open and in came Brad and Kim. Thank god they were only rooms away.

Brad went to the wardrobe and grabbed my suitcase.

“Remember to breathe, Abby,” Brad said.

“Course she knows to fucking breathe,” Kade snapped. The jealousy could be heard in his voice plain as day.

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