Page 35 of Dex

“Says who?” I ask, pulling back slightly.

“Well, me and everyone out there. You will get milk in your mouth, Dex. Milk that is for your baby.” She smiles at me. Well fucking hell.

“Bollocks. She can have powder milk. We can pick up some tins on the way home. No one is taking my tits away from me,” I say seriously. Hell fucking no.

“But breast is best, Dex.” She pouts at me, jutting out her bottom lip. Oh fuck, I knew she would pull this shit.

“Fine,” I say, pulling her closer to me. Her body tenses and she leans her forehead against my chest and moans. My hands go to her back and add pressure and rub up and down. She sways through each contraction and I keep the pressure up. Once that bad boy is over with, I finish helping her get out of the wet clothes and into clean pj’s. We make our way back into the room where the midwife is waiting for us. I help Addy climb back up onto the bed and the midwife starts adding the little round monitors to Addy’s belly. Big elastic bands are placed over them, to keep them in place. Once they are in place, the midwife explains to Addy that she needs to check her. Like, down there. I am mortified for her. I wouldn’t want some stranger looking around my cock while I was in some God awful fucking pain.

“You are doing brilliantly, Addy. You are six centimeters and doing great. The baby should be here in the next few hours. Have you guys picked a name out yet?” Addy smiles up at me and I match her smile.

“We are still fighting over two names. I want mine and he wants his, obviously. So we have said we will see what she looks like and go from there. But I think I will win.” She winks at me and I kiss her head.

“We’ll see,” I say back. Another contraction comes and goes in a matter of seconds, but it feels like minutes and I’m not the one feeling the pain. I rub her back through each one; it is all I can really do. I have never felt so helpless in all of my life. Not even when Jay and me had a shitty time when we were kids.

“Dex, it hurts. Bad.”

“I know, baby. But it will be worth it. I swear.” She nods her head but doesn’t say anything. I bend over and find the small wash cloth and walk over to the sink and make it wet. Walking back to the bed, the door opens and my brother walks in. I take a deep breath and let it out. Seeing him here makes me feel like I can deal with this situation better. He sees my face and nods his understanding. Besides Addy, Jay is my lifeline. We have been through so much in our lives. He walks over to my girl in the bed as she has a contraction. She grits her teeth and a small growl leaves her beautiful lips.

“Holy fucking shit. Has Addy been taken over by the ghoul thing fromGhostbusters?” he chuckles. Addy shoots him a death glare and he backs away, raising his hands in surrender. “Just messing with you. Damn, woman. Breathe; you are looking a tad red there.” He points to her face.

“I swear to Christ I will rip your fucking balls off, Jay Castle, if you do not SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP,” she growls at him. I shake my head and sit on the edge of her bed.

“I think you should listen to her, brother.” I smirk at him. He looks shocked by her words and I have to say, slightly terrified.

“Oooooo, fuuuuck. Dex,” Addy cries out. I soothe her with my voice. She told me that it helps.

“You are doing great, baby. Just think what we will have at the end of all this pain.” I brush her hair off of her forehead and lay soft kisses over her face.

“Shit, who the hell are you and what have you done with my brother?” Jay says from beside the bed. I smile over Addy’s head at him and answer his question.

“Prick. My girl needs me and I will do whatever I can to make it better for her. You wait until Rachel gets knocked up; then I can take the piss out of you.” He shakes his head and picks Addy’s hand up, he starts massaging her fingers and her body visibly relaxes, well fuck me. I take the other hand and mirror his movements.

“This thing with me and kitten, isn’t happening how I wanted it to, man. She is blocking me at every turn.” I look from Addy, towards my brother. His shoulders sag and I can see the pain etched on his face. I hate seeing him hurting, but I know he is a grown man and can handle his shit himself. He needs to sort this shit out with Rachel or he will be the one with the broken heart. Maybe I can sic Addy on her, my girl can be a total fierce bitch when one of her boys are being hurt.

“It will get sorted, brother. Just give it time. It worked for me,” I tell him, believing my own words.

Finally.

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