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    A loud wolf whistle brought not only their kiss to an end but the moment as well. With a disgruntled groan, Ty tore himself away from his wife’s all -to-tempting lips to stare at Tamara who was fanning herself with her hand.
    “Don’t stop on my account. Things were just getting interesting.” Tamara teased. “Hell , let me waddle my ass over there so I can get a good seat.”
    “Don’t start , woman,” Ty growled playfully.
    “No way am I missing this. If I would have known you two were going to put the ho in ho, ho, ho this year I would have saved some of that popcorn to eat while I watched.”
    “Russell, control your woman.”
    His friend looked from him to his wife then back at Ty. “Have you met my wife?”
    Tamara laughed but the sound was quickly turned into one of surprise. “ Ohhh.”
    Russell went to his feet. “What’s wrong?”
    “Either I just peed myself or my water just broke.” Everyone’s gaze immediately went to the floor where a puddle was beginning to build.
    Charlotte jumped to her feet and went to her friend’s side. “I don’t think that’s pee.”
    “Then that would explain the contractions.”
    “Contractions !” Everyone yelled at once.
    “I thought it was false labor. I guess I was wrong.” Tamara gripped her belly and groaned. “Well , fuck.”
    Ty couldn’t have said it better himself.

Chapter Four
     
    Despite everyone losing their shit around her, Tamara refused to panic. This was labor, not a walk at night through a gated community in Florida. She could so do this. Unfortunately from the looks of her near and dear, two of whom were pacing in front of her in the most annoying and dizzying of manners, she might very well be doing this all by herself.
    At least there was Charlotte. Granted she was as freaked out as the guys were , but was handling it so much better. Charlotte went right into work mode and powered through her stress and helped Tamara get out of her soaked pants, then moved right to phone tree duty to contact the midwife Tamara had been seeing. The guys on the other hand had barely managed to clean up her little spill without freaking out.
    Leaving Tamara the simple job of keeping track of her contractions, now that she knew what they actually were. During Lamaze class this had been designated a Russell job, but he was in no position mentally to be responsible enough for this task. He was too busy following her around the room and staring at her as if she were a bug under a microscope. The most amusing part about it was, where Tweedledum was, Tweedledee wasn’t far behind. One would think Ty hadn’t gone through this already but he seemed as lost as Russell. They were seriously matching her pass for pass. If she stopped, they stopped, sometimes one running into the other, but if she started up again, they would literally trip over each other to be behind her. For what, she had no idea, but they were there…just in case the baby shot out of the back of her head or something. Yep…her two heroes.
    It would be sad if it w asn’t so funny.
    “Babe ,” Russell said, suddenly at her side. “Was that another contraction? Your breathing changed and you stopped moving.”
    It took everything in Tamara not to roll her eyes. Heaven forbid she stop moving. “No. That was me breathing.”
    “Are you sure?” Ty’s asked. “Because your breathing definitely changed.”
    Russell nodded. “Yes definitely.”
    Tamara gave in and rolled her eyes while praying for divine intervention. “I think I know what a contraction is.”
    “ Okay.” Russell nodded in a satisfied manner. “I just want to make sure you remember to breathe. In and out. In and out.”
    Tamara cocked her head to the side and stared at her husband in wonder. “You do realize I know how to breathe, right?”
    “ Don’t get irritated with me. The Lamaze coach sai—”
    “I was there ,” she snapped. “You don’t need to recap it for me, but like I said, that wasn’t