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I look around the freshly painted bedroom. “In an apartment.”
“Whose apartment? Where?” he asks, sounding worried. It pleases me he’s worried, it means he still cares.
“Just an apartment,” I say, not wanting to confess to being in Vinn’s place. “What are you doing?”
“Are you alone?” he asks.
“Are you?” I counter.
“Mac?” I hear a woman say his name and wince.
“Coming,” he replies. “Sorry, I have to go,” he adds to me.
“Sure. Sorry, I won’t call again. I don’t know why I did really, too much champagne,” I mutter with a laugh.
“Champagne?” he repeats. “You’re at Vinn’s place?” he guesses because who the hell drinks champagne at the MC bar?
“Take care, Mac.” I disconnect as my heart races in my chest. I shouldn’t have done that. It doesn’t help my heart.
MAC
I place my phone on my bedside table. “Everything okay?” I ask Meghan. When she doesn’t answer, I go to my bathroom, where she’s sitting on the toilet. “Meg?”
“I think my water just broke,” she announces, looking up at me with shock.
“Seriously?” I gasp, panic setting in, and she nods. Since the scan earlier, she’s been different, more relaxed. She came to my room half an hour ago to say she felt unwell, so I made her a sandwich and a glass of milk. “What do I do?”
“I packed a hospital bag, it’s in my room on my bed. I need that and my phone.”
I rush off to get them, and when I return, she’s pacing the room. “Shall I get someone?” I ask.
She scoffs. She’s just as much hated as I am. “I need to call the hospital and tell them about my water.” I wait while she calls ahead, and they tell her to wait until her contractions are two minutes apart before setting off.
* * *
It’s another three hours of her pacing and panting before her contractions get to almost two minutes apart. I rub her back, rinse her cold flannel, and play song requests. When it’s time to leave, I knock on my parents’ door, and Dad answers looking tired and groggy. “Sorry to wake you,” I say. “I’m just letting you know Meghan’s in labour. I’m gonna take her to the hospital.” He nods, not bothering to use words. I tried to talk to them earlier, but it ended in yelling, so I walked away.
When we get to the hospital, her contractions are a minute apart and she’s rushed straight onto the labour suite. They help her change and get her on the bed to examine her. I try to leave, but she grabs my hand and holds me there. It feels wrong being here, it should be Cain. But I stay, because I know he’d expect me to step up, despite what I did. And he wouldn’t want her to go through this alone.
I stand by the side of her bed, her hand gripping mine tightly. “It’s time to push,” instructs the midwife. “When you feel the next contraction, go for it.” She then turns to me. “Dad, you can help by—”
“He’s not the father,” Meghan pants, “thankfully.”
I smirk. “Cheers, Meg.”
The midwife nods. “Okay, whatever. Let’s just get this baby here.”
Meg makes a grunting sound and squeezes my hand until my fingers turn white. “You’re hurting me,” I whisper, close to her ear.
She presses her chin to her chest but opens one eye. “Are you fucking kidding?”
I swallow as her nails dig into my skin. “Yep, totally kidding, squeeze away,” I mumble,wincing. She groans louder, wrapping her arm around my neck and pulling me closer. “Headlock, perfect,” I mutter.
“Oh Jesus,” she cries, her nails digging into my shoulder. “I can’t do this.” She suddenly bursts into tears, and I look to the midwife for help.
“You’re nearly there, Meghan. One more push and the head will be out.”
“Hear that?” I whisper, brushing her hair from her face and smiling. “One more push and your son’s head will be out. You can do this, Meg, you pushed the twins out with no problem. Cain told me they flew out like rockets.”
