Page 289 of Wild Card

“Why didn’t anyone fucking call me?”

“Willow refused until your raid was over.”

“That’s fucking bullshit!”

“I agree, Talon, but she thought she had time. No one expected this.”

My anger looms, but the dip in his voice makes my stomach roll.

“What is happening?”

“Her water broke, but her body had already gone into labor. She’s almost fully dilated and the doctor is with her now.”

“Is she alright?”

“She’s holding out for you.”

“I’ll be there. Tell her I’m on my way.”

“Hurry, man. This is going fast. She’s in room…”

I disconnect after he spouts the room number, the roaring in my ears tuning everything else out.

Major swerves in and out of traffic, the sirens and lights blaring.

Two minutes later, the hospital comes into view and he drives straight into the emergency entrance. I’m out of the vehicle before it stops and on the move.

The lady at the registration desk pales when she sees the four of us racing in. We bypass the elevators, taking the stairs two at a time to the maternity ward.

More stunned faces and a few shrieks sound when we burst through the door.

“Really? You guys are going to send the hospital into a shutdown acting like lunatics.” Jewls greets us from the waiting room couch.

Harley, Rowan, and Wyatt are at a table playing cards. At the sight of me, Wyatt leaps up and launches himself at my legs. “They kicked me out of Aunt Lo’s room. She was crying.”

The thought of her hurting is like a fiery blade through my chest.

“Hey, buddy, I will take care of her.”

“Can I come?”

I set him down and rumple his hair. “Let me check on her and see what’s happening. Stay with the guys.”

He’s heartbroken, but I’ll deal with that later.

Without another word, I run to her room, taking a second to compose myself before barging in.

“Here’s another contraction,” Stacy says soothingly.

“This baby has to wait a little bit longer,” Willow grinds out.

I step around the partition and my world stops. Willow is perched in the bed, her hands gripping the sheets, her face a mask of pain.

Her head shoots up and relief floods her expression. “You made it.”

Stacy steps away from the machine at the bedside, making room for me. I crawl in beside Willow and cup her stomach.

“What do you need?”

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