Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
“Please breathe, please be alive,” I chanted down at his ashen face. My whole body tightened as I felt another contraction.
I barely noticed the door crash open and someone gently remove Steg from my lap. I panicked until I saw it was Cade kneeling in front of me, I met his eyes.
“I shot him. Three times. I’m pretty sure he’s dead now. I had to though, he was going to hurt my baby,” I babbled, not registering the paleness of Cade’s face.
“You did good, baby, real good. I’m so proud of you.” He reassured me, stroking my face, eyes darting over my body.
His presence made relief settle over me, this was short lived when a contraction made me scream. Cade’s hands were running over my bloodstained clothes frantically searching for a wound. I was aware of him barking orders at men surrounding us.
“Baby coming…now,” I choked out between breaths.
He froze and his eyes met mine before he lifted my dress to see blood running down my leg.
“Someone get a fucking truck. Now!” he roared gathering me in his arms.
I screamed again. Shit, this was happening too quickly. “No, no, put me down, the baby is coming right now,” I bit out against the pain, feeling an overwhelming need to push.
Cade nodded, his face determined, calm. He placed me down on the couch, the Walking Dead still on the TV. He propped me on the arm, so I was sitting up slightly, spreading my legs and taking off my underwear. I was in too much pain to be embarrassed or notice Bull, Brock and Lucky standing nearby, looking shit scared and helpless.
Lucky stepped forward uncertainly. “I’ll go and boil some water and rip up sheets,” he declared.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Cade growled at him not bothering to turn around.
“That’s what they do in the movies when someone’s giving birth right? I don’t know what to do with them, but everyone always gets boiling water and sheets.” He wrung his hands like a fretting housewife and I bit out a laugh in between contractions.
Cade’s eyes softened before turning to Lucky. “Get a fucking doctor here now dipshit,” he ordered.
Lucky looked relieved and ran from the room.
“It’s going to be fine, baby,” Cade soothed, kneeling between my legs, looking like he’d done this a thousand times before.
I could only smile weakly before a vice squeezed my stomach. I let out another scream and Cade flinched slightly.
“You gotta push on the next one kay, Gwen? Hard as you can,” he instructed me, eyes meeting mine.
“Hey, Bull, wanna come up by my head so you aren’t scarred for life?” I ground out through the pain.
Bull jerked like someone shocked him and he knelt beside my head. I gripped his hand and squeezed as the pain ripped through me like a thousand knives.
“Fuck, asshole, bastard!” I yelled and pushed as hard as I could.
I was exhausted when Cade placed a screaming baby covered in goo on my chest. I gazed up at him for a second and it was like time stopped. It was just the three of us there, the clubroom, the frantic bikers running around, they all faded away.
“You did real good, baby,” he said quietly, eyes fixed on the beautiful, albeit slimy baby. I looked at my daughter and a piece of my heart I didn’t even know I had grew when her little finger gripped mine.
“Isabella,” I whispered, before darkness claimed me.
I woke up to an all too familiar smell. Fuck. I’m in hospital. Again. I opened my eyes slowly and glanced around at pink flowers and balloons covering every surface.
“Hey there, sleepyhead.” A husky voice welcomed me.
I turned my head to see an exhausted but ecstatic looking Cade sitting beside me with a pink bundle in his arms, his free hand gripping mine.
“You try pushing out a baby in a clubhouse with no anesthetic, you’d need a catnap too,” I joked.
Cade’s grin faltered slightly before he stood carefully. “Want to meet our beautiful daughter?” he asked roughly.
I nodded and awkwardly pushed myself up, trying to ignore my discomfort. Cade’s free arm braced mine to help position me. He then placed the whole world on my chest.
“This is Isabella, I think you already knew that since you named her the moment you laid eyes on her,” Cade told me softly.
I didn’t take my eyes off her. “Steg?” I asked quietly.
Cade paused and my stomach dropped. “He’s fighting, doctors say it’s looking good.”
I let out a deep breath. Cade gently shuffled me over so he could squeeze onto the bed and wrap us both in his arms.
“You okay Momma?” he asked me tenderly.
“Considering this is the happiest moment of my life…yeah,” I said, thinking about how my life nearly ended in a hospital. Now it was showing more promise than I ever thought possible.