Forged in Steele (KGI #7)(114)

“How much longer?” he demanded, turning to the nurse.

The nurse smiled indulgently as if she were well used to harried husbands in the delivery room.

“Not long. She’s fully dilated. The doctor is on his way now.”

“He needs to hurry the hell up,” Steele muttered. “What if he doesn’t make it in time?”

Maren laughed and he marveled that she could possibly find amusement when her body was wracked with pain and she was exhausted from the long labor.

“If the doctor doesn’t make it on time, then I’ll still have the baby, Steele. Women do it all the time. I’m sure the nurse has plenty of experience in delivering babies.”

Steele scowled. “No way in hell I want our daughter delivered except by a qualified professional.”

The nurse sent him a look and snorted. “I’ll pretend I didn’t just hear that.”

Maren’s hand squeezed lightly over his. “It’ll be fine, Steele.”

Damn but he was a miserable failure at this. It should be him offering her comfort and reassurance. She’d been at this for so long and yet she was the one calming him. He crowded in closer to her, already recognizing the signs of another contraction. Maren went silent, her face pinched as she bore down. She closed her eyes and inhaled short breaths and then puffed them out again.

Her hand tightened around his, squeezing until he knew he’d bear marks from her fingernails. But he didn’t care. Hell, she could do whatever she needed. Any discomfort he felt was minimal compared to what she was going through.

He looked desperately at the nurse. “Isn’t there anything you can do? She’s hurting, damn it.”

The nurse’s gaze softened. “Childbirth isn’t painless, Mr. Steele. But Mrs. Steele is handling it very well. And as I said, it won’t be long now. I paged the doctor already and he’ll be here shortly. We’re preparing her for the pushing stage.”

He felt himself go pale. “Pushing stage? That sounds . . . bad.”

Maren laughed again. “If I don’t push, this baby will never be born, honey. It has to come out some way.”

He winced. “It still sounds painful as hell. What can I do, Maren? Tell me and I’ll do it, I swear. Tell me how I can make it better for you.”

Her eyes went soft with love. “You’re already doing it, Steele. You’re here. You love me. You’re holding my hand and offering me your support. That’s all you can do. The rest is up to nature. Try to relax. It won’t be long now, and you’ll be holding our daughter.”

He went still, dazed by the image of a tiny newborn infant, a miniature replica of Maren. He glanced down at his hands. Hands that could so easily hurt a fragile baby. What if he hurt her? What if he held her wrong? He’d only held one baby and that was for less than a minute when one of Rachel’s babies had been thrust into his arms.

“You’re thinking way too much,” Maren said, amusement thick in her voice. “Relax, Steele.”

Then she went silent again as another contraction gripped her. This one was stronger this time and it took longer. She was tense, her face a mask of pain and concentration. A small groan escaped, the first sound of distress that she’d made since her labor began.

He tamped down his panic. She didn’t need him to lose his shit now of all times. He was supposed to be the rock. The strong one. She was supposed to be leaning on him, not the other way around.

He bent and slipped his arm underneath her shoulders, lifting slightly and tightening his hold as he gripped her palm with his free hand.

“We’re almost there, honey. Just a little while longer. You can do this, Maren. You’re so damn strong. God, I’m so proud of you. Just think. In a short while we’ll meet our daughter.”

She sent him a grateful look and he mentally kicked himself in the ass for being such a pansy up to now. This was what she needed from him. Unwavering support. And she was damn well going to get it.

“Hold me like that,” she panted. “It’s more comfortable if I can lean up.” She glanced up at the nurse. “I need to push. Is the doctor coming? It’s time. I can’t stop it. I have to push.”

Okay, that didn’t help his panic, but he called upon the stoicism he was legendary for and didn’t let any of his fear show. He schooled his features and focused on Maren. He kissed her forehead and then wiped the hair from her sweaty brow.

The nurse stepped between her legs and then her eyes widened. “Yep, it’s definitely time. You’re crowning.”

Then, as if she hadn’t just dropped such a bomb—at least it was a panic-inducing bomb to Steele—she briskly lifted one of Maren’s legs into one of the stirrups. She gestured toward Steele, her intention clear that she wanted Steele to place her other leg in the stirrup. But that would require Steele letting go of Maren, and that wasn’t going to happen. He scowled and shook his head. The nurse rolled her eyes and then went to Maren’s other side and promptly positioned her leg accordingly.

Just then Doc Campbell strolled in, looking unhurried. He glanced at the nurse and then at Maren.

“I’d say it’s time, young lady. How about we get to the business of birthing this baby?”

Steele sighed in relief. He had to admit, he hadn’t been thrilled when Maren had insisted that Doc Campbell be the one to deliver their child. He wasn’t an obstetrician and he was older than dirt. But Maren had started working with him, slowly taking over his practice and Doc Campbell had scaled back on his hours, giving Maren more of the workload as she gained her bearings and got to know the community he served. As a result, she’d wanted him to deliver their baby. She trusted him, and the old man loved her instantly. As long as he safely delivered their child, Steele could deal. But at the first sign of problems, he was going to demand an obstetrician take over.