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“No! Let’s get the food first,” I say, panicked at the thought of her leaving my juicy burger behind.
“Penelope! You are in labor!” She gasps, taken aback at my complaint about her wanting to get to the hospital.
“They won’t let me eat once we get there. Please,” I plead.
“Let the girl get her damn burger,” Melody chimes in, earning a glare from Destiny.
Pulling out my phone, I click Dmitri’s name and press call. He answers on the first ring. “Hi, Moss.”
“Hi. I’m in labor,” I say, my voice trembling.
“What?! Where are you? Are you okay? What hospital are you going to?” He shoots off in rapid fire.
“I’m at McDonald’s, and I’m not leaving without my food. No way I’ll push this baby out in the next thirty minutes. I’m fine, and going to the one closest to the Manor,” I answer, and I hear him talking to someone off the phone before the sounds of rustling with something come through the speaker.
“I’m on my way. Text me what room they take you to.” He hangs up, no doubt running to his car to get up here as fast as he can.
It takes a few more minutes before our food comes, all of it fresh, hot, and greasy. Thank fucking God. I love McDonald’s. Destiny says thank you before shifting the car into drive and taking off out of the parking lot, speeding to get to the interstate.
“Well, let’s make sure we actually make it there in one piece, okay, Richard Petty?” Kai voices from the back, sarcasm laced in his tone. Destiny doesn’t answer as she focuses on the road, weaving in and out of traffic.
I turn the music back on, hating the sound of the tense silence that surrounds us. The crew in the back burst into song, taking my mind off the contraction taking over my whole body.
Melody reaches in the front, halfway sitting on the center console, so she can hold my hand. I squeeze her hand every time a contraction hits, the pain making my teeth chatter.
The group sings along to TiK ToK by Ke$ha, the sounds of their shitty voices merging, making me laugh.
Destiny pulls off the interstate, cutting off the cars as she runs a red light. All the cars honk at us as Destiny speeds up on the winding road, the car tilting a little bit as she takes the turns at crazy speeds.
“FUCK!” Kai shouts, and I look back at him to see the flashing red and blue lights from the cop behind us. Fuck.
“Destiny, pull over!” I shout, turning the music off and looking behind us at the lights.
She eventually does, leaving the car in drive but her foot on the brake so she can speed off the second this is done.
“PUT THE CAR IN PARK!” The officer shouts over his intercom. Reluctantly, she does, muttering curses the whole time.
The officer walks up to her window, his face full of rage. “What in the world were you doing going that fast? Running a red light as well,” The officer asks.
Destiny points over at me and my very distressed pregnant state. “She’s pregnant and in labor.” Another contraction hits, and a pained groan rips from my mouth, Melody’s hand turning purple from how hard I’m squeezing it.
The officer looks over at me, worry taking over his features. “Okay, given the circumstances, I will let this go. I will give you guys a lead there, just stay strictly behind me while I clear traffic.” Fucking SAVE!
“Thank you so much, sir,” I whimper, and he nods his head before rushing back to his car, muttering something on the radio attached to his chest.
The cop car speeds in front of us, lights and sirens blaring as Destiny takes off behind him. She stays close to him, on his ass enough to probably be getting mad.
My phone rings in the center console, and I let go of Melody’s hand to answer. It’s Dmitri.
I pick it up, and Viktor’s voice comes through. “Give me the fucking phone, Dmitri!”
“No,” Dmitri growls, and I hear a scuffle before Dmitri shouts, and it stops. Big brother move, since he’s no longer the boss.
“You have police escort?” He asks. How the fuck did he know? “I have a scanner in my car. We’re in jurisdiction and heard it over the radio.”
“Neat, first of all. Second of all, yes, we do. We’re like five minutes away,” I say, groaning when another contraction hits.
“I’m ten away.” How the fuck did he make the three-hour drive in fifteen minutes? As if he can hear my thoughts, he answers, “I was on my way back to the Manor when you called. I just stopped at the gas station.”
