“Oh, fuck.” My eyes widen as I look down at my pants.
“It’s okay, Cherry. I’m so excited, I feel like pissing myself too. I won’t judge.” Donny gives me a sympathetic look.
Because it’s Donny, I can’t help but laugh. “I didn’t pee myself.”
“Ahh. You're sure about that?” Colton asks, raising a brow.
“I know you just won, and I’m so damn happy. And I can’t wait to celebrate with everyone. But we need togo.”
“Why?” Mateo asks, frowning.
“Because my water just broke. We’re having this baby,” I say, my smile splitting my face.
And I couldn’t be more thrilled about it.
I lied.I fucking lied. I’m not thrilled. Not at all.
“Fuck!” I scream as I bear down, pushing for what feels like hours.
“You got this, Cherry. You can do it,” Donny grunts.
“It hurts,” I sob as I take a breath. Everything hurts, my hair is a mess, and sweat coats my body. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Hey.” Mateo grips my chin from my other side. “You’re Rylee fucking Moore. You damn well can do this. You’re so fucking strong, baby. The strongest woman I know.”
“Just a few more pushes,” Colton encourages. “I can see her hair.” He’s standing at my feet, watching the whole thing, seeming fascinated.
Donny, on the other hand, was told to stay up by my head after he looked down and nearly passed out.
“You can do this, Rylee,” Trevor says, standing on the other side of the doctor, where Lennox stands next to him. “She’s almost here.”
“Stop looking at my vagina!” I growl, as the urge to push has me leaning over and going again.
“Eww, what is that?” Donny asks, peeking over my legs. “Did she just shit herself?”
“Fuck. You!” I shoot him a death glare.
“Not after watching that,” Donny grumbles.
“I’m gonna kill you,” I sob.
“Donny. Shut the fuck up before I kill you,” Mateo hisses.
“I’m not scared of you,” he huffs.
“Fine then, you're the last to hold the baby,” Lennox says with a smug grin.
“What?!” Donny gasps. “You’re mean. Fine. I'll shut up now.”
“Thank you!” the whole room says at the same time.
“Wow. Harsh much?” Donny pouts.
I love him, I really do. But right now, I want to throttle him.
Instead, when I go to push again, I squeeze his hand so tight, I feel the bones crunch beneath my fingers, and he lets out this girly squeal that fills me with satisfaction.
I’ll feel bad about it later, but right now, I'm in too much pain to care.
