RUSH
“You look good for a married guy,” Grant teased as I walked back to the cart to get my putter.
“Of course I do. I’m married to Blaire. I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet,” I replied, not taking his bait. He wanted to get me fired up because Grant thought me getting angry was funny.
“Blaire is smoking hot. Even nine months pregnant,” he drawled, leaning back and propping his legs up on the dash of the cart.
“If you are wanting a f**king broken nose then keep it up, bro,” I snarled, glaring back at him.
He began laughing and I knew he’d gotten what he wanted. I rolled my eyes. My phone started vibrating and ringing in my pocket. That was Blaire’s ring. I dropped my club and reached into my pocket to get the phone. She didn’t call me randomly. If she was calling then she needed me. I started walking to the cart waiting on her to answer.
“Hey,” I said the moment she answered. She took a deep breath and I threw the cart in reverse and started speeding toward the clubhouse.
“My water just broke,” she said trying to sound calm.
“I’m on my way. Stay right there. Don’t move. Don’t drive. Just wait on me.”
“I’m in the clubhouse parking lot. I was coming to find you when it happened,” I replied.
“I’m almost there, baby, hang on. Less than a minute, I swear,” I assured her.
She made a grunting noise then took a few deep breaths. “Okay,” she replied then hung up.
“Shit,” I growled and wished to God the stupid cart went faster.
“I’m gathering that she’s in labor,” Grant replied from the seat beside me.
“Yeah,” I snapped. Not wanting to talk. I just needed to get to her faster.
“I guess that means you don’t care that you just left your putter back there,” Grant replied.
“Fuck no, I don’t care about the damn putter.”
Grant crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, just checking.”
“I need you to take my phone. Get Abe’s number out of it and call him.”
Grant grabbed my phone and did as I asked while I slammed the cart into park and took off running across the grass to the parking lot.
Blaire was standing beside the Mercedes I’d bought her with one hand on the car and one hand on her stomach. She looked more relaxed than I imagined.
“That was quick.” She smiled at me when her eyes met mine.
“Are you okay?” I asked, wrapping my arm around her and walking her over to the passenger side.
“I’m okay now. The cramping has eased up. But Rush, I shouldn’t get in this car. It’s brand new and I have... well... I’m wet,” she said, stumbling over her words.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass about this car. Get in. I’m taking you to the hospital.”
She let me help her in the car although I could see the reluctance on her face. She didn’t want to mess up her new car. I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I swear I’ll have it completely detailed inside before you get out of the hospital,” I assured her before closing the door.
I ran around the front of the car and Grant was standing there with a nervous expression. “She okay?”
“She’s in labor,” I stated the obvious and jerked the driver’s door open.
“I called Abe. What else can I do?”
“Call Dean. He’ll want to know,” I told him before closing the car door. I didn’t let myself think about the fact I wouldn’t be calling my mom or sister. There was no point. I couldn’t trust them around Blaire.