Page 100 of A Heart Worth Finding
Aiden Fuller, it turned out, was about as territorial over Kenzie as Jack was over Jessica.
At first, Jessica wasn’t sure about Aiden, especially not after she realized that the “bunny” nickname he and his teammates had given Kenzie was short for “puck bunny.” But, as Jack had said all those months ago when she'd asked him about it at Munn, Kenzie—who was the furthest thing from a puck bunny—didn’t mind it, and Jessica had to admit it was kind of sweet. Like the way Jack called her “sunshine.”
“Are we ready?” Kenzie asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“Yes,” Jessica said quickly. “Let’s go!”
“We can take my Jeep,” Aiden said. “It has the most room.”
The only problem was, Aiden’s Jeep was buried in the driveway, both Jack’s truck and either Asher or Luke’s car parked behind it.
“Fuck,” Aiden said. Then, quieter, “I’m sorry, bunny. Hold on.”
Aiden rushed back up the front steps, opened the door, and hollered, “ASH! Get your ass down here and move your car!”
Asher shouted a reply, something muffled that Jessica couldn’t quite make out.
“Because I fucking said so!” Aiden yelled. “Berkley is in labor, and we need to get Jessica and Kenzie to Detroit like right now!”
Then Aiden turned and said, “Jack, catch!” before whipping his keys across the distance between them. Jack caught them easily and slid behind the wheel of his truck.
A moment later, Asher exited the house, grumbling the entire time about how he’d been taking a nap, and it was rude to interrupt someone’s sleep.
Aiden simply said, “My girl’s sister-in-law having a baby is a little more important than your nap.”
Asher shut up after that, and after some shifting that ended with Asher’s car where Aiden’s had been and Jack’s pulled up behind it, they were on their way to Detroit.
Late March and early April weather was always hit or miss in Michigan. It could be sunny and seventy-five one day, then below freezing and snowing the next.
Unfortunately for them, today was one of the shitty days. While Aiden was a good driver and took it nice and easy the entire ninety miles to Detroit, Jessica’s knuckles still ached from gripping the oh shit handle, and her shoulders and jaw were sore from tension.
At last, they safely pulled up to the hospital, and Jessica and Kenzie left the boys in favor of running inside and up to the OB wing.
Both of their families were crowded in the waiting room, and Jessica threw herself into the seat next to her mom while Kenzie hugged her own parents.
“Has there been any news?” she asked.
“Nothing except the baby is breech,” her mom said, and Jessica took a moment to study her, noticing the fine lines of tension around her mouth.
“What does that mean?”
“It means they’re going to try and flip him, but if that doesn’t work, your sister is going to have to have a c-section. Which we were prepared for, given her pregnancy complications. But…”
“But what, Mom?”
“A c-section could kill her,” Logan croaked from behind her, and Jessica turned to her brother, surprised.
“How did you beat me here?” she asked.
“I was already in town. Work thing.”
“Can I see her?” Jessica asked her mom.
“Sure,” she said, then looked at Kenzie. “Kenz? You wanna go, too?”
“Yes, please.”
And so, Jessica’s mom led her, Kenzie, and Sandra down the hall to a birthing suite, and before they even opened the door, a string of expletives shouted by a very aggravated female greeted them in the hall.
