A Little Green Magic (The Little Coven #1) - Isabel Wroth Page 0,110
put Uriah down for the count. We could always nip a few bottles. For funzies.”
“I read somewhere midwives are supposed to be stone-cold sober for births,” Rowena drawled sarcastically, their footfalls echoing on the wood floors as they headed up the stairs.
Kerrigan's snort was distinctive. “Well, you don't have to play. You're the midwife; the rest of us are referees and gophers. We can drunkenly fetch things.”
Uriah shook his head disparagingly while he helped her into the ultra-soft robe she'd worn during Uriel's birth, kissing her gently. “Your girls are batshit crazy, honey. They're gonna teach our daughter terrible things.”
“You should be so lucky,” Juliet announced wryly, her arms laden down with all the snacks and goodies Ivy might possibly want.
Callie followed with heaps of linens, Kerrigan had more pillows and blankets, a camera around her neck, and a tote bag filled with what Ivy guessed were bottles of expensive whiskey thrown over her shoulder.
Astrid was armed with an array of candles, aromatherapy herbs, and oils for when Ivy wanted a bath later, and somewhere in her basket of treats, she probably had more space music.
And finally, Rowena came through like the last of the wise women bearing gifts, with her medical bag, a folding table, and all the things the baby would need once she made her entry into the world.
Uriah finished knotting the tie of her robe, absently pressing a kiss to her forehead as he watched everyone drop their stuff around the bedroom, raking one hand through his hair nervously. “Did you bring enough towels? Ivy was pissed when we ran out and had to use the good ones last time.”
Callie snorted and giggled. “Trust me, we remember. I've got two more baskets in the car and the massage table for later.”
“And I got a rubber sheet to go on the bed,” Kerrigan promised, holding up a slick black sheet. “Hopefully, we won't have to destroy your mattress again. You gonna braid her hair, or should we?”
Ivy rolled her lips together to keep herself from laughing at the affront on Uriah's face, but having all of her sisters here calmed him down. She let him pull her off the bed, and both Kerrigan and Callie instantly stripped it down to wrangle with the rubber sheet.
“Where'd you get that? Kinks-R-Us?” Uriah guffawed snidely, gently helping Ivy sit down at her vanity so he could brush and braid her hair.
Kerrigan slanted Uriah a dirty look. “I ordered it from a very well-known sex shop. Thank you very much. Where's Mr. Holy Rollin’ Terror?”
“With Ilex and the rest of the boys.” Ivy sighed, her lashes lowering as relaxation stole over her. The soothing strokes of the brush pulled the tension out of her head and neck, leaving her swaying a little in her seat. “Apparently, Uriel was promised cake and ice cream, Rowena?”
Rowena didn't even pause in laying out all the items in her bag on the folding table she'd brought up with her, examining each one as though she hadn't already washed and sterilized everything twice.
“I told him only very good boys get cake and ice cream on birthdays, and today is a birthday, so of course, we must have cake and ice cream. I made your favorite.”
“Lemon raspberry?” Uriah asked hopefully, his shifter metabolism ensuring he never gained an ounce of fat no matter what he ate. He didn't even get sympathy pounds, which just wasn't fair at all.
Rowena shot him a playful wink then. “Only if you're a very good boy.”
Uriah grunted, his fingers deft as he twisted Ivy's hair into a long braid, not too tight, not too loose, but just right to keep it out of her face and off her neck. When he was done, he crouched down to hold her steady through her next contraction. In the middle of it, Ivy gritted her teeth, nearly snapping at him when his fingers moved to firmly rub at her cheeks.
“Don't clench your jaw, honey. It's okay to make noise.”
Ivy hissed out a laugh. “I'm sorry.”
“What for?”
“For later. When I threaten to cut your dick off with a dull spoon and tell you how much I hate you.”
Uriah flat out laughed, lowering his hands to her belly to feel her muscles contracting and clenching to get their baby pushed in the right direction. “You say whatever you need to say. I know you don't mean it.”
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“You know, I really didn't believe it when Rowena made me read all that stuff about second births going so much