Duncan (The Protectors #3)(54)

“She’s okay,” Sid yelled over to Duncan. “I don’t know about me, but she’s okay. Dammit, why am I always around you when that thing is getting ready to pop out.”

“It’s not a thing, and he isn’t going to pop…” Feeling the dull ache start again, Pam gritted her teeth. “Oh, God.”

“Again?” Sid sounded panicked. “Are you serious?”

“No.” Pam glared at him. “I’m f*cking with you, just for the hell of it.” The old smart-ass Pam was back in the flesh. This contraction was worse. She grabbed Sid’s arm squeezing with everything she had.

“Damn.” He looked down at where her hand was about to break his arm. “Come on, breathe like before; it helps and it may keep you from breaking my damn arm.”

“Let me pull your balls…” Pam stopped to grit her teeth, trying to ride the wave of pain, “out through your throat, and tell me if breathing helps.” She glared at him.

Sid’s head snapped back in surprise, but he moved his lower body a little further away from her. “You don’t have to be vicious.”

Pam raised her head when the pain eased, letting go of Sid’s arm which he started rubbing vigorously.

Duncan came over kneeling beside her. “Slade will be here any minute.”

“Why not the hospital?” Sid and Pam said at the same time.

“The contractions are too close, and he doesn’t think we’ll make it.” Duncan had grabbed a cold washcloth and dabbed it across her forehead. “He wants to be here just in case we didn’t make it to the hospital, and I think that’s smart. He’s close.”

“Does he have drugs?” Pam whispered, her voice raspy. “Please tell me he has drugs.”

“I wish I could take your pain.” Duncan frowned, still running the cool washcloth across her face.

“So do I.” Pam gave a weak grin. Her eyes shot open as the pain hit again. She gritted her teeth as a low moan began building in the back of her throat.

“Watch your balls, man,” Sid warned Duncan. “Trust me on that one.”

Duncan ignored him, his focus on Pam. “Come on, babe. Hold on just a few more minutes.”

“Hold on?” Pam yelled in the peak of her pain, sitting up with on hand on the back of the couch and the other on Duncan’s leg. “You have a seven-pound baby come out of your penis and then tell me about holding on. I have to get him out.”

“Is she pushing?” Sid leaned back in horror. “She can’t push. Pam, don’t you f*cking push.”

“Sid, shut the hell up and go wait for Slade.” Duncan held on to Pam. “Come on, babe, just a few more minutes and he’ll be here.”

Sid jumped up from the couch running for the door. He could face the biggest f*ckers in hand-to-hand combat, but this shit sent him running like a little bitch, and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

“You’re doing great. I know it hurts, but just think of the little guy,” Duncan whispered calmly. “You are going to be such a great mom.”

Pam’s breathing slowed as the pain once again subsided. “Do you really think I’m going to be a good mom?” She turned her head to look at him.

“The best.” He kissed her softly. “You have a name picked out?”

She shook her head. “What’s your middle name?”

“Daniel.” Duncan replied.

Pam raised her hand to touch his cheek. She started to say something, but the pain started again, but this time it felt different. “Duncan!” she cried out. “I feel a lot of pressure,” she panted, her breathing coming in fast hard gasps.

“He’s here!” Sid yelled from the door.

“Tell him to hurry the f*ck up,” Duncan yelled back. “Come on, babe, hold on.”

Sid practically tossed Slade into the room. Slade was taking in the situation in one quick glance. “How far apart are the contractions?”

“Pretty much back-to-back,” Duncan answered, his eyes never leaving Pam’s face. “She says she feels pressure.”

“Call an ambulance,” Slade ordered not caring who did it. “We need to get her to a bed. I need sheets and towels.”

Duncan picked Pam up as carefully as possible, heading for the steps.

“Did you bring drugs?” Pam gritted through her teeth.

“Honey, you are too far along for that.” Slade followed them up. “This little guy is ready to come now.”

Hurrying to the bed, Duncan started to lay her down.

“No, I need her toward the end.” Slade ran to the bathroom to wash his hands. “Is Sid getting the sheets and towels?”

“Yeah, I got them.” Sid ran in. “The ambulance is on the way.”

Slade came out putting on gloves. “Duncan, I need you behind her to support and help her push.” He looked at Sid. “I need you on my right next to Duncan.”

“Fuck that.” Sid started to head out to wait for the ambulance. “There’s only one reason I look between a woman’s legs, and this is definitely not it.”

“I might need your help Sid. You need to stay.” Slade glared at him before turning back to Pam.

Sid stopped and sighed long and loud. “What do you want me to do?” Sid asked, looking nervous for once.