Page 128 of Wicked Deceit
"What the shit?" Chase shouts, running down the sidewalk with a small coffee cup in his hand. “Alex just texted me! I ran by the building, but you were already gone.” Panic takes over his features, and his face crinkles when he looks at me in Carter’s arms.
"Labor. Baby. NOW!" I shout through the pain as they usher me into the backseat and climb in after me. Seger drives, taking off toward the house, and picks up Zepp.
I lean back against Chase, huffing and puffing. His hands work up and down my shoulders, kneading knots. I groan, throwing my head back into his shoulder.
"Guys," I say through heavy breaths. Sweat pours down my face, despite the air conditioning flowing steadily through the car. Pain erupts in my stomach again, cramping more and more, and I swear I need to push.
"What's wrong?" Zepp asks frantically, running a hand up my calf. He takes my foot into his lap, massaging my bare arch."I need to push," I grit out, sucking in harsh breaths.
"P-push?!" Chase stutters, gripping my shoulders from behind. "Shit! Drive faster!" Chase says, banging on the back of the driver's seat.
"Not helping, dickbag! The traffic is bad!" Seger curses, jostling our bodies as he shifts lanes. "How bad?" Carter asks, kneeling at my other foot.
"If I don't push, I'm going to die! Get this fucking baby out of me!" I shout, causing Seger to swerve and jerk the car again. He curses from the front seat, frantically looking around the roads.
Carter and Zepp gape at each other, staring into each other's eyes for longer than needed. But apparently, my words do nothing to make them move until I grunt, shoving my bare foot into the middle of Zepp’s chest, gaining his attention. He swallows hard, snatching my ankle with a pale face. Pain erupts in my stomach again, and I’ll be fucked if they don’t spring into action because the pressure inside bears down more. I’m ten seconds away from having this baby in the car.
“Take my pants off,” I growl through gritted teeth, earning nods from the two fumbling idiots who did this to me. Never again will I beg them to take off my pants and do this to me again. I swear this pain will fucking kill me slowly, but not if I murder them first.
“You got this, Sunshine,” Chase says in a soothing voice directly in my ear. His strong hands work over my shoulders when the boys yank down my leggings and panties and throw them aside.
“What?” I hiss when Zepp and Carter stare into my vagina like it’s the worst thing they’ve ever seen. They both pale and freeze and fuck, I need them to do something. ANYTHING! “I fucking love you guys so damn much,” I wheeze when pain rocks through me, and every muscle in my body tenses up. “But I need you to do something, please,” I beg, throwing my head back into Chase’s shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and grounds me when the other two finally spring into action.
"Fuck," Carter hisses. "How fucking long has this been happening for?"
"I don't know! Just, just—" I gasp when the pain intensifies, making my entire stomach into a thick rock, and the need to push grows stronger. “I need to push,” I grit out, dropping my chin to my chest.
"Push, baby girl! Push now!" Zepp demands, finally jumping into action. The man who always has a fucking plan and who has studied babies for the past nine months in preparation is finally showing me what he’s learned.
Leaning forward, he lifts my leg so my foot pushes into his chest, and Carter does the same, giving me leverage to really bear down and push with all my might.
“One, two, three, four,” Chase says, grabbing my hand and letting me squeeze tight. “Five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten,” he breaths, nodding his head when I relax, but the contraction doesn’t disappear. It only gets longer and harder and more fucking painful. Death! Death is fucking imminent unless I get this baby out of me and into my damn arms.
“Again!” I shout, and Zepp takes over, counting to ten aloud while I push.
"Holy fuck," Carter gasps. "So much brown hair, Sweetheart. He's right there!"
I gasp when Zepp finally reaches ten, and I relax back into Chase with heavy breaths. Sweat slicks every inch of my body as I gasp for air, reveling in the small reprieve from pain until it hits again with a fucking vengeance.
"Shit! Fuck!" Seger curses, slamming a hand into the steering wheel, forcing the car to come to a stop. "Fucking, we just got pulled over." My eyes pop open to a rave of red and blue lights flashing through the car. But I don’t have fucking time to listen to a cop tell us we’re going too fast or swerving or whatever. I need this child out of me right now!
"Another one!" I gasp out, gritting my teeth as the pain envelops my whole being, and I bear down again, aided by Chase, who holds my hand and lets me squeeze the life out of his fingers.
"No time to waste!" Zepp shouts. "Push, baby girl!" He demands again in a no-nonsense tone, staring down between my legs as the pressure grows more and more.
I push with all my might. My toes curl, and pain roars through my body in massive waves. God, I wish I had that epidural I wanted so bad. This wasn't part of my birth plan! Zepp had it written to a T. Hospital, epidural, hot showers, and no fucking pain. But here I am, pushing my baby out in the back of our family car in full-blown agony because we had to go on a Roman Holiday and fuck like rabbits. Mark my words… Never. Again.
A scream rips from my throat, and I throw my head back onto Chase’s shoulder when the pain notches up to fucking eleventy million. It tears through everything, and I’m on the verge of dying a slow and painful death until I’m not. Everything stops the moment he comes out head first. Somehow, Zepp maneuvers his shoulders through, and all the pain from before stops like it was never there. Panic sets in when I’m greeted by nothing but silence and the stunned faces of all my guys.
"Is he okay?" I ask frantically, trying to lean up and see between my legs. "Why isn't he crying? Zeppelin?" I scream, pushing up to better view the tiny bundle now wrapped in a large, bloodied bath towel.
Zepp gasps, tears falling down his cheeks. "He's perfect."
"Fucking perfect," Carter's voice quivers, wiping the goo from our baby's face.
"Why isn't he fucking crying?" Seger begs, turning in his seat to look back with tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Because he doesn't want to," I whisper, taking the baby from Carter. I lay him on my chest, leaning into Chase for support.
