stroked her hair. “You okay?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Think you can sleep?” he asked while spooning her.
“I’d better, cause there’s no way I can move right now.” Her voice was heavy with sleep.
Carefully, he leaned over, so he could see her sweet face.
Her eyes were half-lidded, and her face looked peaceful.
Demon felt satisfied that he was responsible for this brief serenity. If nothing else, she would get a good night of sleep.
“D…”
“Hmmm?” Demon swam up through the numerous layers of sleep.
“Jonah. I think it’s time.”
His eyes popped open. “Time…time?”
“Yes. I t-thought they were Braxton Hicks, but they’ve—settled into a pattern.”
“How close?”
“Every ten minutes,” she whimpered.
“Shit! Okay. Let me get dressed and get our things.” He slipped from the bed, going into leader mode as he pulled on clothing and got her bag out of the closet. “Do you need help?” he asked watching her struggle to pull on a dress.
Her face looked flushed, and her breathing sounded heavy. “No,” she puffed. “I already called Gia. She and Lefty should be here any minute.”
“How long were you sitting there having pains?”
“Long enough,” she replied.
“Stubborn,” he said shaking his head.
“Oh!” She bent over, clutching her stomach, breathing the way she learned to in class.
Demon glanced down at his watch and timed it. A minute.
Ardy straightened, breathing hard.
He slung the duffle over his shoulder, wrapped an arm around her, and guided her from their room. He settled her on the couch, and a knock sounded on the door.
The rest was a blur as Lefty and Gia came in wearing huge smiles, then they loaded up into his car.
The contractions grew closer, and he broke every speed limit known to man.
Lefty made a joke about the cops getting a beatdown if they dared to pull Demon over.
Gia shushed him as she held Ardy’s hand and whispered soothing words to her ear.
Demon skidded to a halt in front of the entrance and helped her inside. “My wife is in labor. The contractions are about seven minutes apart,” he barked.
Nurses glanced up from the desk, looking alarmed.
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you listening?”
Lefty chuckled. “From the mouth of a raging devil.” He steered Gia to the waiting room.
“Y-yes sir. We’ll be right on it,” a small blonde said, leaping into action. She rushed around, grabbed a wheelchair, and he helped Ardy to sit.
“Okay baby, I’ll be right back. I have to park the car.” He turned to the nurse. “If anything happens to her on your watch, we’ll have a problem. You understand, Nancy?”
“Y-yes sir,” she answered nervously.
“Good.” He stalked away, parked the car in the nearest spot, grabbed her bag, and ran back inside.
“We’ve got all her information, Mr…?”
“Demon.”
Nancy paled.
Good, I want her too scared to fuck up.
“Mr. Demon?”
“Just Demon.”
“We’re taking her to the examination room where the nurse will check her dilation.”
“I want you.”
“E-excuse me?”
“I want you to be her nurse, Nancy. We have an understanding.”
“I—okay. I’m sure that can be arranged,” she replied, swallowing her protest.
“Smart girl.” He nodded his approval.
Ardy cried out.
He stepped beside her and held her hand. “Come on Mama, let’s get this show on the road.”
A few moments later she was splayed wide on a stainless steel table with a pad placed beneath her.
He ground his teeth and shoved his hands into his pockets. Useless wasn’t a label he would ever put on himself, but this was between her, nature, and the doctors.
A doctor came in and checked her dilation. “Okay, it looks like you’re eight centimeters,” he announced.
“What?” Ardy asked while looking scared.
“This baby wants to come fast,” Nancy explained, patting her knee.
Ardy turned to look at Demon. “I want an epidural. Tell them—” She cried out, as a gush of water
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Think you can sleep?” he asked while spooning her.
“I’d better, cause there’s no way I can move right now.” Her voice was heavy with sleep.
Carefully, he leaned over, so he could see her sweet face.
Her eyes were half-lidded, and her face looked peaceful.
Demon felt satisfied that he was responsible for this brief serenity. If nothing else, she would get a good night of sleep.
“D…”
“Hmmm?” Demon swam up through the numerous layers of sleep.
“Jonah. I think it’s time.”
His eyes popped open. “Time…time?”
“Yes. I t-thought they were Braxton Hicks, but they’ve—settled into a pattern.”
“How close?”
“Every ten minutes,” she whimpered.
“Shit! Okay. Let me get dressed and get our things.” He slipped from the bed, going into leader mode as he pulled on clothing and got her bag out of the closet. “Do you need help?” he asked watching her struggle to pull on a dress.
Her face looked flushed, and her breathing sounded heavy. “No,” she puffed. “I already called Gia. She and Lefty should be here any minute.”
“How long were you sitting there having pains?”
“Long enough,” she replied.
“Stubborn,” he said shaking his head.
“Oh!” She bent over, clutching her stomach, breathing the way she learned to in class.
Demon glanced down at his watch and timed it. A minute.
Ardy straightened, breathing hard.
He slung the duffle over his shoulder, wrapped an arm around her, and guided her from their room. He settled her on the couch, and a knock sounded on the door.
The rest was a blur as Lefty and Gia came in wearing huge smiles, then they loaded up into his car.
The contractions grew closer, and he broke every speed limit known to man.
Lefty made a joke about the cops getting a beatdown if they dared to pull Demon over.
Gia shushed him as she held Ardy’s hand and whispered soothing words to her ear.
Demon skidded to a halt in front of the entrance and helped her inside. “My wife is in labor. The contractions are about seven minutes apart,” he barked.
Nurses glanced up from the desk, looking alarmed.
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you listening?”
Lefty chuckled. “From the mouth of a raging devil.” He steered Gia to the waiting room.
“Y-yes sir. We’ll be right on it,” a small blonde said, leaping into action. She rushed around, grabbed a wheelchair, and he helped Ardy to sit.
“Okay baby, I’ll be right back. I have to park the car.” He turned to the nurse. “If anything happens to her on your watch, we’ll have a problem. You understand, Nancy?”
“Y-yes sir,” she answered nervously.
“Good.” He stalked away, parked the car in the nearest spot, grabbed her bag, and ran back inside.
“We’ve got all her information, Mr…?”
“Demon.”
Nancy paled.
Good, I want her too scared to fuck up.
“Mr. Demon?”
“Just Demon.”
“We’re taking her to the examination room where the nurse will check her dilation.”
“I want you.”
“E-excuse me?”
“I want you to be her nurse, Nancy. We have an understanding.”
“I—okay. I’m sure that can be arranged,” she replied, swallowing her protest.
“Smart girl.” He nodded his approval.
Ardy cried out.
He stepped beside her and held her hand. “Come on Mama, let’s get this show on the road.”
A few moments later she was splayed wide on a stainless steel table with a pad placed beneath her.
He ground his teeth and shoved his hands into his pockets. Useless wasn’t a label he would ever put on himself, but this was between her, nature, and the doctors.
A doctor came in and checked her dilation. “Okay, it looks like you’re eight centimeters,” he announced.
“What?” Ardy asked while looking scared.
“This baby wants to come fast,” Nancy explained, patting her knee.
Ardy turned to look at Demon. “I want an epidural. Tell them—” She cried out, as a gush of water
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