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You can take your ‘breathe’ and shove it up your ass.
-Channing, hour eight of labor
Loki
Two nights later
“Give her a focal point. Something to look at,” the nurse suggested to me.
Dixie, who, God only knew why he was in the room, calmly walked forward, and then lifted up his shirt to show off his massive belly.
Honest to God, I couldn’t make this shit up.
The room was far from empty.
Nurses, a doctor, two interns, and two nursing students crowded into the small space much to Channing’s annoyance.
Every single one of them laughed, even Channing.
“Is that good?” Dixie asked Channing.
Tears were still pouring down her cheeks, but at least she was smiling.
Even all these months later, tears still killed me. Especially hers. And God help me when this kid finally made his arrival, because his would too.
“I need more ice chips,” Channing groaned.
I looked at the nearly full cup of ice she was holding in her hands. “Why? That one’s nearly full.”
The little pink cup that was holding the ice chips went sailing through the air, and smashed into the far wall directly next to where Baylee was standing.
The ice chips hit the wall with a thud, and the sound of thousands of shards of ice hit the tiled floor with a spray.
Baylee was too busy laughing her ass off to realize she’d nearly been brained with a cup of ice.
“Those ice chips suck balls. I want new ice chips. Ones that aren’t melted,” she snarled.
I backed away from her slowly, darting past the two student nurses who were standing in the corner of the room with wide eyes.
My feet crunched on the ice as I exited the room, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was getting the little she-devil some motherfuckin’ ice.
“Can I help you, sir?” The lone woman who was at the nurse’s station asked.
Today was a full moon, and apparently a very busy night.
Channing had gone into labor earlier this morning, but she’d waited it out until around seven in the evening.
When Channing had first told me she didn’t want to have any drug interventions, I’d thought she’d gone off her rocker.
But arguing with the pregnant woman was suicidal.
The nurse came back quickly and handed me a cup of ice. “Thanks,” I muttered, before hustling back to the room.
When I entered the room, you could’ve heard a pin drop.
“Well?” Channing yelled.
“Uhh,” one of the baby doc’s said.
