Her Shelter (Angels Halo MC Next Gen Book 6) by Terri Browning (best ebook reader for laptop .txt) 📗

the dickhead couldn’t keep his eyes to himself when he had a beautiful woman on his exam table.

But I had to admit he was a really good doctor, and for that alone, I hadn’t put a bullet in his skull.

Pulling up in front of Mom’s house, I saw that Kelli’s car was already in the driveway. It was nothing I didn’t expect. If Delaney was at my parents’ place, then so was Kelli. And if Delaney happened to be at Kelli’s, Mom tended to be over there. It was like they were afraid to be too far away from her in case she went into labor and neither one of them was there.

And as much as I was aggravated that they were both hogging so much of the alone time I wanted with Delaney, I was still thankful they were taking such gentle care of her for me while I was at work.

Exiting the Tahoe, I walked up to the front porch, but before I could turn the knob, it opened. Nova grimaced as she glanced over her shoulder then back to me. “I’m going to warn you now—”

“Fuck,” I muttered, already dreading what was going to come out of my cousin’s mouth.

“She started having contractions about two hours ago. The lights are off and they have her comfortable, but she doesn’t want to go to the hospital yet. Keeps saying she knows how grumpy you will be, and she wants things to be as calm for you as possible.”

I raked my hands through my hair, my heart already thumping heavily against my chest at the thought of my treasure in pain. Of course, her only worry was for me.

“What should I do?” I asked Nova in desperation. “She should be at the hospital, but I don’t want to stress her out.”

She gave me a reassuring smile. “When you go in there, just sit with her. Aunt Raven and Aunt Kelli are taking turns rubbing her back and feet, trying to get her as comfortable as possible. My mom is feeding her ice chips, and the entire house is very zen right now.” She patted me on the arm. “Take your cues from them, cuz. They are the ones with all the experience after all, seeing as they’ve each had a baby or two of their own.”

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “You’re right. Okay. I’ve got this.” Tears stung my eyes for the first time since I could remember. “She’s going to be okay, right?”

“Of course she is!” Nova gave me a quick hug. “Now, get your ass in there and hold your treasure’s hand.”

With that, she bounced down the stairs, her phone already to her ear. I could hear her speaking to Ryan, most likely letting him know that Ronan was on his way. I trusted that he would let Tavia know and figured they would be on their plane within the hour.

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself again, but I opened the door and walked in.

As Nova had said, the house did have an instant zen vibe to it. The lights were off, and even though the AC was blasting, there was a fan pointed right at Delaney as she sat on the couch. Mom stood behind her, massaging her back, while Kelli sat on the coffee table in front of her, rubbing my very pregnant wife’s swollen feet. Aunt Flick sat beside her, spooning crushed ice into Delaney’s mouth.

Sweat dotted my treasure’s upper lip and brow, making her face glow. Her cheeks were flushed, and when she opened her eyes as I walked closer, I could see they were glazed with pain. She gave me a bright smile as soon as she saw me. “Hi,” she signed. “You’re here early.”

“I missed you,” I told her honestly. “Thought I could come steal my beautiful wife for some cuddle time. Looks as if you need it.”

“The contractions are only ten minutes apart,” Kelli informed me, signing the words as she spoke them. She’d become fluent in ASL in the last four years, helping her become even closer to her niece. Between her and Mom, Delaney didn’t feel the loss of not having her mom nearly as much as she used to. “They need to be closer together before we can go to the hospital.”

I nodded, giving them all a tight smile, trying to hold it together for them—but more importantly, for my treasure.

Flick stood and handed me the container of crushed ice. As she did, she gave my arm a squeeze, whispering to me that everything was going to be fine and I could do this. I didn’t know if she was right, but I schooled my face so my wife didn’t see how freaked out and scared I was.

For the next three hours, I sat there, feeding her the ice and holding her hand. When she moaned in pain from the contractions, my heart rate would jack up a little higher, but I only rubbed her belly. It comforted her when I did, speaking to my son. I was just glad she couldn’t hear the quiver in my voice when I told him how much I loved him, or she would know I was holding on by a thin thread.

Finally, the contractions were five minutes apart. By that time, Lexa and River had arrived, both of them having dropped their kids with their fathers. As soon as Mom said we could go to the hospital, I scooped up my treasure and sprinted to our Tahoe, making her giggle even as another hard contraction hit her.

That thin thread broke the second Delaney started pushing, not half an hour after we were placed in a labor and delivery room. She’d been adamant about no epidural, and there had been no time for one even if she’d changed her mind. Things had moved at warp speed, and the doctor barely had time to suit up before she was dilated to ten.

The first few pushes were fine. She