Killer walks me over to it and helps me in the passenger seat. Looking back, I see Kim and Fox getting in the back of the SUV. Once I’m safely inside, Killer goes to the driver’s seat and hops in so he can get us to the house.
I lay my head against the cool window and close my eyes. My back is not happy right now and it’s causing my stomach to get even more upset. If I can’t lay down soon, I’m afraid I’ll be sick all over the inside of the SUV. Thankfully, we don’t have to leave the compound to get home. It takes seconds for Killer to get me home. My sister and Fox follow us inside and get comfortable in the living room while Killer carries me upstairs. Every movement he makes has me getting closer to feeling like I’m going to lose what little I’ve eaten today.
I’m laid down in bed and Killer pulls the covers over me before kissing the top of my head and leaving the room. My eyes instantly close and sleep claims me as it has been lately.
I’m jolted awake with a sharp pain in my stomach. Sitting up in bed, I groan out in pain as this is more than the twinges I was feeling earlier. Killer isn’t in bed with me as I glance at the nightstand and see my phone sitting there. I try to keep the panic at bay while I grab my phone and try to call Killer. He doesn’t answer the phone when I try calling him. Even though I try calling him repeatedly.
“Gwen, are you okay?” I hear Kim yell up to me as another pain hits and I double over on my side in bed.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure if I’m in labor or not,” I call out once the pain subsides.
“I’m calling Killer,” she responds.
“Already tried. He’s not answering,” I inform her, getting out of bed.
When I can finally climb out of bed, there’s a sudden gush of wetness from between my legs. This is not good. I have no idea where my husband is or anything. Kim is still here which is good so I’m not alone. I’m fumbling around in the room trying to get out of my wet leggings so I can put something dry on.
“Gwen, no one’s answering their phones as far as the men go. What’s going on?” my sister calls out.
I know there’s no way she’ll be able to make it up our stairs with her pain.
“My water just broke. I’m pretty sure I’m in labor,” I respond to her, gripping the dresser as another contraction hits.
“I’ll call Shy and let her know what’s going on. She can keep trying the guys while I get you to the hospital. Is your doctor’s number still on the side of the refrigerator?” she asks me.
“Yeah,” I grunt out.
Somehow I manage to get my pants changed and grab my phone before making my way to the stairs. I’m really not interested in falling headfirst down the stairs, so I sit down with the help of the railing and scoot down each step until I’m to the bottom and can pull myself up with the railing at the bottom. Kim is right by my side as we rush out of the house and make it to the SUV. Sam is already waiting for us because my sister will have a hard time helping me get up in the seat.
Once I’m in, Kim hops in the back while Sam jumps in the driver’s seat. We’re off to the hospital while constantly trying to call Killer or any of the other guys. Their bikes are parked out front of the clubhouse when we pass by according to Sam as she begins swearing up a storm that none of them are answering their phones. I’ve even tried to call Rich since I know Tommy is more than likely not even in town any longer.
When we finally pull up to the hospital, I’m ready to cut Killer’s dick off and I haven’t even started the whole pushing thing yet. If he doesn’t show up for the birth of our daughters, I’ll never forgive him. This is something he should be a part of and he can’t even answer his fucking phone. None of them can.
“I’ll keep trying to get ahold of someone at the clubhouse,” Sam assures me as Kim follows me into one of the rooms in the maternity ward.