Page 159 of With A Little Luck
Our omega was the one who brought up that she thought it would be nice for Hartley to have the room Knox was staying in. It just made sense considering Trigg and I have rooms we can retreat to if we want some alone time or to avoid a pileup in the primary bathroom.
I stayed with her this time, and I head to check on her progress. We still have forty minutes before we have to leave, but I’m hoping I can get her to eat something before we go.
My head tilts as Quincy comes into view. She’s nude, and her right leg is propped up on the edge of the tub. It blows my fucking mind how the female body can grow and change in such a short period of time.
Her misery hits me in the bond, and I’m not sure if I was preoccupied and missed it or if she was blocking her emotions from coming through.
She has a can of shaving cream by her foot, and she stretches down, cupping the water drizzling from the tub faucet before dropping it over her leg. She’s wobbly and unbalanced these days.
I don’t want to startle her and cause a fall, so I cross the room, wrapping my hand around her sternum before announcing myself. “Hey, sweetheart.”
“I appreciate that none of you have mentioned that I look like a woolly mammoth, but I can’t reach my cankles anymore.” She sniffles.
Cankles?I laugh.
Fuck, I can’t help it. She’s too cute.
“Laugh it up,” she mutters. “You guys are the ones fighting through a jungle of bush to find my vagina.”
I shake my head, booming an even louder bout of laughter. “I love the hell out of you. Listen, I’m kinda digging the seventies-style porn bush, but if it bothers you that much, I’m happy to help you shave.”
“Wait, did you just tell me you love me?”
My head tilts. “Yeah, sweetheart. I think I did.”
Her face softens, and she runs her hand over mine that rests on her stomach. “I love you too. I didn’t want to make the mistake of rushing into saying it, but it’s been on the tip of my tongue for a few days.”
“Good,” I murmur, leaning down and capturing her lips. I keep the kiss quick and playful because we have an appointment to get to, but when I pull back, I end up smiling like a fiend. “All right, want to tackle the legs for now and save the pussy for later? Or do you want me to do both since the doctor might get a view of your goods?”
She laughs, and my heart soars.
Pregnancy has been rough on her, especially the last few weeks. I hate seeing her suffer, but I’ll do anything I can to make the process easier.
Dr. Lindsay and Quincy debate whether to check Quincy’s cervix. The doc points out that there’s no direct correlation to dilation and how soon she might deliver, but Quincy is firm about wanting to know, and the doctor has to do something called a Strep B test, anyway.
I learn something new every day. Then again, I doubt many guys even know something called reverse dilation exists, which is when first-time moms dilate only to have a more closed cervix on the next visit.
Christ.
I do not need to know anything about that.
No, that’s shitty.
Idoneed to know this kinda stuff. I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to do with this newfound knowledge. Hell, if anyone ever needs to know, I’ll keep that tidbit in my back pocket.
The nurse comes in while Dr. Lindsay does whatever she needs to do under the paper sheet, and the three of us stand around looking at anything but what’s going on over there. Once they’re done, the nurse takes the vials and heads out while the doc helps Quincy sit up.
“You are correct.” Dr. Lindsay pulls off her gloves, tossing them into the trash and moving to the sink to wash her hands. “You’re close to two centimeters dilated, and your cervix is softening well.”
“I knew those late-night contractions were doing something,” Quincy says, her brows drawing together.
“Does that mean the baby will come today?” Trigg shoves himself out of his chair and begins to pace. “Isn’t it too early?”
“No. Being dilated is normal for this stage of her pregnancy,” Dr. Lindsay says, drying her hands off on a paper towel. “First-time moms often have several bouts of practice contractions before real labor ramps up. I’ve had patients walk around at three or four centimeters for weeks. Have you toured the hospital yet?”
“I did my pre-admission paperwork a while ago, but we haven’t had the chance to tour labor and delivery,” Quincy says.
Guilt hits me square in the chest.
