Bad Girls Do It Better (Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (41 page)

“I’m in fu….ohhhhh….cking labor! You tell me!” I started doing the breathing techniques that I’d learned in Lamaze class when I was pregnant with Christopher.

“Okay, I’m gonna color with Christopher. Let me know if you need anything.”

Poor girl. I think I scared her away.
I’d be scared of me too to be honest with you. A few minutes later I heard another car door slam, but this one sounded rusty. It had to be Duke. Before I could even tell Amber that he was there, he was already inside the house helping me off the couch.

“Slow down, Duke. It’s not going to come out this second! Let me cat….oooohhhh, fuck!…ch my breath.” He backed off, putting his hands in the air like I was the cops. After my contraction went away, he helped me up off the couch again.

Heading to the hospital in his dirty, stinky ass truck was a hoot. I kicked every beer bottle and Styrofoam cup out of the floorboard after I swept the seat clean so I could sit down in the truck. Warning him to drive carefully as every little bump hurt me like hell, he did the exact opposite and sped through all the lights like a fucking Tasmanian devil! I literally thought I was going to kill him on the way there. I do have to give him props though, he did get me there in record time—and in one piece. Pulling up to the hospital doors, he slammed on the brakes—damn near putting my through the windshield—and jumped out of the truck as he ran into the hospital hollering and hooting like a crazy man. When he returned, there were two men following him, one sporting a wheelchair. I don’t know what he said to them when he went inside, but the promptly yanked me out of the truck and took me straight to the fourth floor—labor and delivery. There was no stopping at the admissions desk or checking into the the E.R.

I told the nurses that my husband,
okay—I lied,
was in the hospital and he had to be there for the birth. After checking the computer, she saw that he was there and said she’d ask if he could be moved. Waiting impatiently, I struggled to fight the urge not to push. I refuse to give birth unless he’s in this room.
Come on, Raven. You can do it. Hold it out a little longer.
I really need to push. God, I feel like I need to go to the bathroom.
No girl, that’s the baby talking. Don’t do it. This is what it was like when you had Christopher.
I heard commotion outside my room in the hallway. Listening closely, I could hear some heated debate taking place.
That’s it! My last fucking nerve!
I snapped.

“Excuse me! Pregnant woman in here about to deliver solo! Wanna get your asses in here?”

A group of nurses and two doctors came running in the room.

“Get my husband now! I wanna have this baby but I’m not delivering until he’s in here.” I’d been clenching my teeth so long and so hard that they were beginning to ache.

“Mrs—” one doctor began. I presumed his doctor because it wasn’t my doctor.

“Get to it!” I snapped.

“I don’t think it’d be wise to move—”

“It won’t….ooooooohhhhh….. be wise for
you
if you don’t move him! I’ll get out……oooohhhhh fuucckkk, of this bed, walk right to his room and squat…….fuuuucccckkkk….. on his floor so he can witness his daughter being born if…….shiiiiiiiiitt……. that’s what it’s gonna take!”

My doctor looked his doctor right in his beady eyes and said, “She’s dead serious. You better get him up here or she’ll do it. I know her. I delivered her last baby—and they’re high to do with the Lords of Sin motorcycle club. There’s an old man out in the lobby.”

“Yes! Get….shhhoooohhhhfuuucccckkk, him!”

Within minutes, both Chaos and Duke were in my room.
That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
I looked over at the old man and told him he didn’t have to stay and watch me give birth. I’d only wanted him there for backup because the jackasses weren’t listening to me. He fervently nodded and vanished in to the hall.

“Babe, I’m so glad I’m here for you. Sorry about the accident. I was—”

“SHUT UP! Just SHUT…ooohhhhh…..UP! I need to push!”

My OBGYN got everyone in position and ready to go. Exactly 12 minutes later, Delilah Louise was born. A healthy baby girl weighing in at 6 pounds, 10 ounces. She was a tiny, cute, fussy little thing, just like her momma. After giving Chaos and me the opportunity to hold her, the nurses wheeled her off to the nursery to do some testing. At my request, they allowed Chaos and I to share a room until we were released. His bike accident was minor, no broken bones but he had large areas of road burn all over his arms, stomach and sides. His helmet had come off during the accident, so they were keeping him overnight for observation to ensure that his brain wouldn’t suffer from any swelling or other damage. Two days later, he walked Delilah and me out of the hospital and took us home so she could finally meet her big brother.

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