Prologue II
Please be patient with me. I’m from the 1900s.
—Whispered thoughts from Baker to Holt
BAKER
“I think you’ll have about two more pushes left,” my doctor exclaimed. “Come on, let’s do this.”
“Um,” I heard that dreaded voice say. “You were supposed to call me when you went into labor.”
I looked up and my eyes went wide, because they didn’t just meet the green eyes that I’d once thought I loved.
They also met another set of eyes, these blue, belonging to someone I’d never met before.
Someone that was staring at me in horror as she stared at my vagina that was in full view of anyone that rounded the curtain blocking the door.
My stomach hurt.
My asshole felt like it was on fire.
And I was supposed to be okay with the man that was supposed to love me bringing another girl to the birth of our son?
No.
No, no, no.
But still, I stared at the man filling my hospital doorway with a look of complete shock.
He’d told me he wasn’t going to come.
He’d told me that he wasn’t seeing anyone, either.
Yet, there he was, standing there looking shocked at the sight of our son being born, with a girl staring in disgust standing next to him.
“Get her out!” I screamed.
My brothers, who’d been outside, yanked both him and her out of the door, uncaring if the move hurt them or not.
I just loved my brothers.
“What the actual fuck?”
That was my sister, Marcie.
My other sister, Gwen, was staring in disgust at the door where the couple had just disappeared.
“I don’t know what you ever saw in him,” Gwen hissed.
That’s when I started crying.
It was all too much.
I couldn’t do this anymore.
I couldn’t…
Another contraction hit, and I screamed.
