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“Aryan!” she screams. “Where is Lennox? She’s crowning! Help me, Aryan,” she pleads, and I freeze. All of a sudden, I am back on that island with Sophia helping her deliver our son, only to fail miserably. I have come full circle.
“Aryan Anrai Brennan Gideon!” she yells at me. “Get your head in the game, we need you, your daughter, and I need you. Help us,” she sobs out, turning on her side and pushing, and I snap back to the present. I pull off my shirt, take the seam of her dress rip it, tearing the bottom portion of her dress off.
“Okay, baby, push,” I coach her holding her leg. She told me she was having back labor. “Push,” I continue. I place my phone on the ground with the flashlight on to offer some light. I continue to coach Brooklyn as I deliver our daughter, all the while praying Lennox hurries the hell up. “Push baby.”
“Oh fuck, Aryan, your big-headed ass baby is killing me! Get her out of me!” she says, rocking on the ground.
I want to laugh, but I also want to live, so I wisely keep the laughter bottled up and instead say, “Push! There you go, baby, the head is out, just breathe, Brook,” I say, taking hold of the baby, preparing to help McKinley and Brooklyn through this. “Come on, McKinley, help me and your mom out, and come out easy,” I ask her. “Okay, D, push. One more time, baby and you’re done,” I tell her. Brooklyn lets out a scream as she pushes, and McKinley is born, and Brooklyn falls on her back in relief.
“Aryan,” she asks worriedly. “She’s quiet, is she okay? Aryan?” she asks again.
“She’s perfect, Brooklyn, I tell her placing McKinely in her arms, wrapped in my shirt.” I rub her back aggressively until she cries a little, but not enough. I rub her back again, this time pissing her off, and she lets me know it with a loud cry, and I breathe a small sigh of relief. This is the point with Sophia that went to hell in a handbasket, so I turn my attention back to Brooklyn.
“We gotta deliver the afterbirth baby,”
“I know,” she says, placing McKinely to her breast to feed her. “She’s small; she needs to get to the hospital.”
“I’ll call Lennox again,” I say before Brooklyn begins to moan again, and I get ready to deliver the placenta and make sure it comes out whole. A few minutes later, the placenta emerges whole, I wrap it in the bottom part of her dress that I ripped off and place it on the ground and pick up the phone to check Brooklyn to see if she is torn and the bleeding has tapered off.
“I am fine, Anrai, I promise.”
“I just need to make sure,” I say, still inspecting her.
“Aryan, come look at our daughter,” that gets my attention. I take another piece of her dress, ripping it in several strips, making one into a makeshift pad and the others to secure it around her, and then I come to officially meet my daughter. I sit behind her, holding her and our daughter in my arms as she feeds her. I look over her shoulder and run my index finger across her tiny red curls.
“She’s a redhead,” I say, kissing Brooklyn on her head. “How do you feel? How’s the bleeding?”
“Fine, both answers are fine,” she says just as we finally hear the chopper in the distance, getting louder the closer it gets.
“Lennox,” we say together and prepare to get on the chopper.
CHAPTER24
“Iam sorry it took a couple of sweeps before we found you. Let’s get you on the chopper and to the hospital,” Lennox says after she makes her way over to us. Brooklyn gets to her feet, holding our beautiful baby girl, and walks to the chopper, climbing in with McKinley.
“No,” she says to me. “We are fine and in great hands. Go help our family, and get back to us as soon as possible,” she tells me when I try to get on the chopper.
“Brooklyn,” I start.
“I promise we are fine. Tell him, Lennox.”
“They look great to me, Aryan. I got your girls. I won’t let anything happen to them,” Lennox says.
I kiss McKinley on her head, Lennox on her cheek, and Brooklyn on the lips. I will be there soon,” I tell her, backing away from the chopper as they take off. I stand there watching until I can no longer see them. I find my phone and guns tuck them into the back of my pants, and take off running back towards the house.
I can finally see the house, and I notice they’re inside the house. I don’t slow down as I pull both guns from the back of my pants and begin shooting as soon as I cross the threshold, killing as many as I can as I go. I get behind one guy who is aiming at Carla and put a hole through the back of his head using my last bullet. I come up behind another one, take his head in my hands, and snap his neck, taking the knife from his hands as he falls, using it to throw at the guy across the room fighting with Joseph. Jabarri and Skai look likeBonnie and Clydedancing the waltz as they switch from back-to-back, then they are side to side, making their way across the room until Jabarri’s back hits the wall and Skai’s back hits his chest as they continue to unload clips. Jabarri releases his empty clip, and Skai catches it, pulling a fresh clip out and slamming it into his gun, and resumes her shooting.
Eliza just did some type of move where she practically ran up the guy’s chest before landing on his shoulder, wrapping her legs around his neck, causing him to flip and snap his neck. And that is why she is former secret service. Finally, we hear the familiar sounds of sirens as we kill the last few left in the house. We look like hell, and the main section of the house looks like a war zone, but no one is seriously hurt, and the threat has been eliminated.
“Aryan, Brooklyn, the baby?” Jaasiel asks.
“Both are fine and should be at the hospital by now. Lennox has them, I am heading to the hospital as soon as we clear this up,” I tell them.
“We can handle this, go change clothes and get to the hospital,” Josh says, and I remember I am shirtless and covered in blood.
I hug my brothers and kiss my sisters before taking the stairs three at a time to get to my suite. I rush through a shower and throw some jeans and a shirt on before detouring to my workshop and heading back downstairs. When I reach the living room, it is filled with policemen and other crime scene techs, along with the General.
“Sir, you can’t leave until we talk to you and get your statement,” one of the officers says.
