“Don’t ignore the question, Rylee,” Trevor scolds.
I bite my lower lip. “I swear, I thought it was just gas.”
“What?” Lennox frowns, his nose wrinkling. I almost laugh.
“Now, I’m not a hundred percent sure, but I might be in labor.” I wince.
“What?!” they both shout at the same time, their eyes widening comically.
“We need to go.” Lennox rushes to stand.
“I’ll get the car.” Trevor goes to leave our seats, but I stop him.
“Would you two sit down?” I grab their arms, yanking them back down with a laugh.
“Sit down? You're having the baby, we need to go,” Trevor demands.
“Not yet. We have time. Our guys have worked too hard to miss this, and we will not ruin this, do you understand me?” I demand, looking between the two of them.
“They will understand. This is our baby,” Lennox says, and I hate how worried he is.
Missi really fucked with his mind. There’s been moments that I’ve stayed up watching him sleep, because I was afraid he was going too deep into his depression. I just needed to make sure he was here, still breathing and not going anywhere.
Losing the baby that was never really his, hit him hard. The betrayal of his father was unreal.
The fucker is rotting in jail, where he belongs. As for Missi, Mateo’s cousin kept her alive long enough to give birth. She had a little girl. Lennox’s mother decided to adopt her. She said she always wanted a daughter, and because she’s Lennox’s half sister, she wanted her in his life.
We still haven’t met her yet. Lennox isn’t ready. He spent months thinking she was his daughter, only to find out she's really his sister.
We’ve all had enough of that witch's mindfuck bullshit to last us a lifetime.
I’m not sure exactly what Link did with Missi, as I told them I didn’t want any details. I don’t care what happened to her, so the less I know, the better.
“I’m not even sure these are real contractions. They could be Braxton Hicks... Plus, if they are real contractions, they are too far apart. The hospital would only send me home anyways, and we would miss Nationals for no reason.”
Trevor looks over my shoulder to Lennox. “I don’t know.” He looks nervous. “What if the baby is in distress?"
“The baby is fine.” I grab both of their hands and squeeze. “I still feel her moving. We’re okay. The team is next, anyway. Ithink we can last another ten or so minutes. Please, don’t make me go right now. They worked so hard.”
“Fuck,” Lennox grumbles. “They are going to kill us.”
“No, they won't, because they will be on such a high from the win, and that we’re having this baby, that they won’t have time to.” I grin over at him.
“We’re gonna have a baby.” Len’s eyes widen, dropping to my stomach.
“Yeah, babe, we’ve known that for a few months now.” I laugh.
“No. You're in labor.”
“Might be.”
“Still!” Lennox blinks. “Holy shit.”
“Freak out later,” Trevor says, pointing towards the stage. “They’re on.”
My eyes snap forward and the grin that takes over my face is so wide that it hurts. I jump to my feet. “Let’s go, Widows!” I cup my hands around my mouth and scream.
The team makes their way out onto the mats, getting into formation. I’m practically vibrating, and the guys are on their feet next to me.
