“Wesley, quit flirting and get working,” grunted Grant. “Tonight is your turn with her anyway.”
“I’m trying to get her to stop working so hard,” argued Wesley. Then under his breath. “Jealous ass.”
I started to feel a twinge in my lower belly, like a tightening in my lower section.
I set the paintbrush down.
“You might be right, actually,” I said. “I’m going to take a little break.”
“Let me get a kiss first, beautiful,” said Tony.
I looked up, and his lips descended on mine. Kissing me thoroughly before I left the garage. Butterflies never failed to overwhelm me every time he kissed me like this. His sweet smell of cologne was like a drug. I felt like he and Grant were the most jealous of all the guys when it came to me.
“You smell good,” I said.
He kissed my neck and tried pulling down my white shirt. My skin heated under his warm thick lips.
“Tony get to work,” ordered Grant. “We got to get this garage done by tonight.”
“Alright,” he rasped, reluctantly lifting his mouth off the top of my boob.
“We’ll play later,” I whispered teasingly, biting his lower lip.
“Damn,” he breathed as I walked away.
I was aroused right now, but I didn’t want to start a fight in there. Grant and Sam seemed pretty serious this morning about getting all the painting done in the house before the new baby arrived next week.
I removed my apron, walking into the house. The house was spacious, with tall cream walls and a beige sectional in the living room. The kitchen had a large island in the middle of it, and I bought a little plant to put in the middle.
Pouring a glass of water, I stood in the kitchen, jugging it down. It felt so cool and refreshing down my throat. I took my apron off and hung it over a chair as another spasm of pain wracked through me.
I slowly limped to the closest bedroom. The baby’s nursery.
I sat on the rocking chair, looking around at the finished room. We decorated the walls light green and the little bed was covered in green sheets. I had so much fun decorating this room with my pack. Little plush fur toys were everywhere, and a giant teddy bear sat in the corner to Tony’s insistence. I couldn’t wait for my baby to enjoy all this.
Suddenly, a sharp pain hit my lower belly, and I groaned, holding my stomach. This felt different.
The pain intensified and tightened. That’s when I realized there were serious contractions now. All day I had felt little twinges here and there, but nothing this intense. I stayed hunched on the rocking chair until the pain passed.
When I stood up, I suddenly felt a gush between my legs.
“Oh no,” I said, looking down. My black maternity sweatpants were all wet. I started to panic when another wave of contraction squeezed my belly, not releasing me. I yelled out for help. “Grant! Wesley!”
Shit, the men couldn’t hear me. They were in the garage.
I stayed hunched over, and the tightening started to release.
I took off my pants and slowly made my way into the bedroom. As I was pulling on a new pair of sweatpants, another contraction seized me. This time, it made me double over in pain.
This was hard.
It was too painful.
I couldn’t do this.
“Grant!” I yelled louder through my pain.
Grant