Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two

Callie

9 Months Pregnant

I rub my enormous stomach to ease the pain. My obstetrician said the Braxton Hicks contractions are very common this late in pregnancy as my body prepares for labour. I don't remember them being this bad when I was pregnant with Beau, but I was sixteen back then.

Jen is bringing my nephew, Hunter, over today, and he is the happiest little boy you could ever meet. It is the trial run for the launch of Diamond Records. Eddie has worked his arse off with the girls to get them ready, and they are his star act besides Mickki.

"Hey, babe, are you okay?" Eddie says, walking out of the en suite in nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips. I watch as the water drips off his long hair, down his chest, stopping at the patch of hair under his navel, and I lick my lips. "Don't you be undressing me with your eyes—I can't be late today."

"But I can't help it. Blame the pregnancy hormones."

"I thought women stopped putting out when they got all big and things started to swell?"

"Are you saying I'm fat?" I tease with a huff, waiting for his reaction.

"Oh no, don't start that, woman," he says, dropping his towel and swinging his dick in my direction. "Okay, maybe I can spare you a few minutes."

"A few minutes?! You'll need a lot longer than that. You know... to get around all this weight," I say, and the look in his eyes says, challenge accepted .

Pulling me into his arms, he murmurs, "Is this what you want?" as he kisses my neck. "Or maybe here?" Lowering the strap to my singlet top, he whispers, "I know you like this." And freeing my right breast, he takes my nipple in his mouth.

"Oh God, I need you now. Stop teasing me," I say, pulling away from him. I make quick work of removing my clothes and pushing Eddie onto our bed. "See? He's ready for me."

"The monster is always ready for you," he says as I climb on top of him.

I slowly take him in, lowering myself on top of him. My huge belly limits the positions we can use.

As I rock into him, my stomach hardens. It does that often when we have sex, and I have learnt to ignore it. The one time I mentioned it to Eddie, he freaked out and refused to have sex with me for an entire week. I lean back as I rock, and my orgasm starts to build. Out of nowhere, I feel a popping sensation, and something trickles out from between us.

"What the fuck was that?" Eddie shouts and rolls us on the bed.

I realise what happened and I laugh hysterically.

"My . . . waters . . . broke," I say as tears run down my face.

Eddie screams and curses as he runs around the room.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Mickki says, bursting through the door. Luckily, his attention is focused on his brother freaking out long enough for me to wrap the sheet around my body. Though this wouldn't be the first time he's burst in while we were naked.

"It's on me"—he glances down, eyes bugging out of his head—"and my cock!"

"What are you talking about?" Mickki says, looking at me, but I can't contain my laughter to explain. "Will one of you tell me what's happening? He's screaming, you're laughing or crying, and I'm confused as fuck."

Delilah walks in, followed by Shan, Penny, and Misty. Well, now we have a full house.

"Her... her waters broke on my cock," Eddie finally manages to get out while pointing to me like I poisoned him.

They all laugh, but then Delilah composes herself, walks over to Eddie, and puts her hand on his shoulder.

"Eddie," she says calmly. "Callie is having the baby now, so put your pants on, please."

"She's having the baby. Shit, we need to find my pants. Pants!" he says, retrieving a pair of tracksuit pants from his side of the bed. He runs from the room, mumbling something, and then Delilah orders everyone from the room so I can get dressed. Once they're gone, she helps me clean up as Eddie runs back through the door. "I have the baby bag. Where's the hospital bag? It's my job to remember the bags."

"Just ignore him, dear, and let's get you dressed and call the hospital," Delilah says, and I nod.

"Call the hospital—good idea," Eddie says, running from the room again.

Once I'm dressed, with a maternity pad in place, Delilah gets my bag from the walk-in robe, and we make our way downstairs. I'm glad she warned me that my waters would keep leaking.

"Why are you walking down the stairs? I need to carry you," Eddie says frantically.

"Don't be ridiculous, the baby won't just fall out." Jen laughs, appearing out of nowhere.

I pause at the bottom of the stairs as my first contraction hits.

My hand white knuckles the railing and I groan in pain.

"Bloody hell!" Jen blurts out. "Eddie just hit the floor like a sack of shit."

As the pain eases, I close the distance between Eddie and me and laugh. If he is fainting now, I would hate to see what happens when this gets worse.