Page 47 of Targeted By Temptation
“I’m being escorted outside by security.” Maynard sounded exasperated.
“What did he do?” Reign mouthed.
I had no clue.
“For some reason, they thought I was going to hurt someone. It’s all a big misunderstanding.”
I smacked my brow, and Reign got the giggles, saying my brother might go to prison.
“All I said was, ‘If he runs, I’ll track him down.’”
I went outside and convinced the security guys that my brother was talking about his dog. “The pup has a habit of running to his best friend’s place on the next street.”
They didn’t look convinced but stopped manhandling Maynard.
“Stop discussing a hit while my mate is giving birth.” I slammed the door in his face, but the loud noise annoyed Reign. “Sorry, sorry.”
The contractions were now so strong, Reign was whimpering and holding my hand in a vice-like grip, but there were loud voices outside the door. I refused to leave him as Boaz was arguing with someone, a voice told Thiago he had furry arms, and Lake yelled there was no more soda.
I expected Maynard to be arrested next and wondered why Riggs was so quiet. He was probably off somewhere welding the chair back together.
“Help me out of bed.” Reign tried to sit up.
“Bathroom break or more pacing?”
“Help me to the door.”
This wasn’t a good time to decide he wanted a home birth.
“That’s it. I’ve had enough.” My mate was yelling at my brothers. “I’m trying to give birth to your nephew or niece, and you're out here destroying hospital property, scaring staff, and acting feral.”
A nurse tut-tutted. “Sir, please keep your voice down.” But one look from my mate and the guy backed off. He probably knew better than to argue with a laboring omega.
But Reign doubled over and let out a sound that my beast said was very wolf-like.
“The baby's coming. Take me back inside, Ezra.”
Gods, this was it. I steered him toward the bed, where he announced he had to push. My brothers and their antics faded away as I supported Reign bringing our child into the world.
“I’m right here.”
Midwives swarmed in as Reign pushed and sweat poured from his brow. I dabbed at the sweat and pushed with him. My mate had stood up to Viktor, survived an attempt on his life, and refused to let his father sell him off. But bringing a child into the world was different. It was a combination of the most beautiful thing in the world and the most terrifying.
“Ready? Big push,” a midwife told him.
Reign bore down, and I sensed how exhausted he was, but he wasn’t giving up. He gritted his teeth as he leaned forward, and the midwife said she could see the baby’s head.
I had to restrain my beast, who wanted to lick Reign’s face and tell him he was doing well.
“You're almost there.”
“I’m so tired.” Tears slid over his cheeks and mingled with the sweat.
“You can do this for our baby.”
“Okay. For the baby.” He pushed again, and then, there was crying. Not from me, though I was close to tears, and Reign was lying flat on his back, and there were no tears from him.
Our baby. The little one was in the big, cold world, and they weren’t happy.
