wrinkled her adorable nose. "Still cramping," she admitted. "That's why I'm in here. The girls got me set up before they left." She nodded to the flat screen on the wall at the foot of the bath. She was watching some chick flick and had probably paused it when she heard me calling for her.
"Cramping is good," I told her for probably the thousandth time in the last twenty-four hours. "It means things are happening, right?"
Brooke just huffed an annoyed sigh. "I guess. I just wish it would happen faster. Damn kid is too comfy in there." She scowled at her belly, still under the water and covered by bubbles. "Oh, Mary is downstairs, by the way. Riley didn't just leave me alone while I was possibly going into labor."
I snorted a short laugh. "I didn't doubt it for a second. Are you ready to get out? I'll get some dinner brought up."
She let out a low groan. "Any chance you could order in for me? I badly need a burrito right now. A spicy one."
I smiled, standing up to help her to her feet. Water sleuced off her naked body, the swell of her belly glistening under the soft bathroom lights. Goddamn, she was beautiful.
"A spicy burrito?" I repeated, distracting myself from ogling every inch of her. "Anything for you, beautiful."
She kept my hand for balance as she stepped carefully out of the tub, then let me wrap her up in a huge, gold-flecked towel. "And a lime milkshake," she added, licking her lips. "Holy fuck, I need a lime milkshake."
This time I needed to kiss her to stop from laughing. But damn, her cravings were getting specific.
"Not funny," she grumbled when our kiss ended. She toweled off, then did an adorable waddle over to where her robe was hanging on the back of the door. "I really need a lime milkshake."
"I'll make it happen," I assured her, pulling out my phone and searching for the food delivery app. One of her favorite restaurants had recently been purchased by my personal company and would make anything she wanted on demand. Not that she knew, but I wanted her to have everything she could possibly need.
"Ugh, Dylan..." Brooke groaned as I typed her order into my app.
"Dessert too?" I guessed with a laugh.
She groaned again, and there was a sound of water splashing onto the tile floor. At first I thought the tub had somehow overflowed again, but then I saw the pale, stricken look on Brooke's face.
"Pretty sure my water just broke," she told me, totally unnecessarily.
"Oh shit." I breathed. Then a second later, burst into action. I tossed a towel on the floor so she wouldn't slip, then raced into the bedroom to grab her hospital bag and pull out some comfortable clothes for her to put on. All the while, I was speed-dialing the birthing unit at our hospital and letting them know we were on our way.
"Dylan!" Brooke shouted as I started racing out the bedroom door with her bag under my arm.
I turned back to her in a panic, my heart in my throat. My baby is about to be born!
"What? What's wrong? Is the baby okay? What's going on, Brooke?" I'd officially lost all my chill.
She shook her head, slowly pulling on one of my zip-up hoodies. "I'm fine, Dylan. Baby is fine. But we won't be unless you get that burrito and lime milkshake delivered to the damn hospital."
I blinked at her a couple of times, then burst out laughing. Then I realized she was dead serious and pulled my phone back out.
Whatever my girl wanted, she got. Now and forever.
Epilogue Part Two
Brooklyn… Five more months later…
The house was virtually exploding with Christmas. “It looks like Santa had a massive fucking rager in here,” Jasper said loudly as he all but tumbled through the front door. Evan followed close behind, wearing the ugliest fucking Christmas sweater I’d ever seen, with red fuzz and a huge green bow right across his broad chest. Ugly sweaters were our theme this year, and he’d taken the challenge literally.
“Nice sweater, Ev,” I said, chuckling as he hugged me tightly.
“Had to have this baby specially made,” he said proudly. “I better win the fucking top prize.”
“Where are your ladies?” I asked them both, and they looked like sad, half-drowned cats now.
“With their families,” Evan said with a sigh. “But they’ll fly in tomorrow to spend the afternoon with us.”
They both had lovely girlfriends who were busy and important