"Mason..." I whisper, my voice cracking. "Why isn't she crying?"His face is grave. "I... I don't know." His eyes snap to King behind me. "King, cut the cord. We need to resuscitate. She isn't breathing."The room jolts into motion. King clamps and cuts the cord quickly, his hands steady even though
"Eden," I breathe, the answer falling from my lips before I can think twice.They all look at me.I glance toward the speaker where Take Me Back to Eden is playing low in the background. "I don't know... maybe it's the song. But it just feels right."King presses a tender kiss behind my ear. "Eden,"
I really need them to get out of me.The pressure deepens—low, primal, unstoppable.And then I push.Hard.With everything I've got.My whole body seizes, a guttural sound tearing from my throat as pain shreds through me—white-hot, blinding, the worst I've ever felt."Eight... nine... ten. And breat
He's not the one about to push two humans out of his body."Does no one have a fucking epidural lying around here or something?" I grind out. "Because I'm not gonna be able to handle this shit much longer."Chelsea snorts. "Even if we were at the hospital, babe, there wouldn't be time now." She sque
Ashley gasps. "Holy shit, Alyssa. Was that—"I slowly lift my eyes, deadpan. "Yeah... safe to say it's go time."There's a beat of stunned silence.Then?Chaos."Oh my gosh—the babies are coming!" Chelsea shrieks, already scrambling for her phone. "Should we call an ambulance or something?!"I shake
Alyssa"Nina, can I get another drink over here?" Ashley shouts from across the table like we're at a rowdy dive bar instead of my impromptu baby shower.I groan, bracing one hand on the table while the other rubs over the tight dome of my belly, trying—and failing—to ride out the contraction rippin