Conviction (Consolation Duet #2)(76)

“Okay, come on. We need to get the bag, get in the car . . .” I start to tick them off and another contraction must’ve hit because she grabs my shoulder and squeezes. “Shit!” I scream as her nails dig in.

“Aaron better get here soon or you’re going to be delivering our son.”

“The hell I am!” She’s lost her mind.

“Liam, get out of bed.”

Right.

Bag.

Car.

Hospital.

I can do this.

We have our bag and Aarabelle’s by the hall closet. I grab them and put them by the front door. I rush back upstairs and grab Aarabelle from her crib. She’s going to be a beast when I wake her. I swear she’s the cutest kid in the world, but she has horns. They come out when you interrupt her sleep.

I gently lift her and pray she doesn’t open her eyes. I somehow manage to keep her asleep and put her down on the couch. If she wakes up the next time, it’s on Aaron.

I hear a knock and open the door.

“Hey, man.”

“Hey,” I sound like I just ran a marathon. “Aara’s on the couch and that pink bag is hers.”

Aaron laughs and then stops. “I’m not waking her,” he says as it dawns on him he’ll get her wrath.

“All on you, bro.”


“Thanks,” he smirks. It was strained for the first few weeks after the wedding between all of us, but then Aaron met Rebecca, and that seems to have eased some of the tension. They’ve been together these last few months and he seems really happy.

After that, he didn’t look at Natalie and me as if we were hurting him all the time. He comes and gets Aarabelle regularly, and when he dropped her off last week while Natalie was out, we sat and had a beer.

It was odd but a step in the right direction.

“Liam!” Natalie yells out, and I take the stairs two at a time.

“I’m here.”

“Did you forget to grab me? I’m kind of the key piece here.” Her face scrunches and I rush over.

“Never. Plus, you’re kinda scary right now.”

“Uh huh.”

We get down the stairs. Aaron has Aarabelle in his arms as she shoots daggers at him. I laugh to myself because at least it’s not me.

Lee walks over to her and rubs her back. “Bye, my sweet girl. I’ll see you soon.” She kisses her and I see the tears welling in her eyes.

“Lee, you’ll see her as soon as we have the baby.”

“I know,” she says as she kisses the top of her head.

“I’ll bring her by when Liam calls,” Aaron explains. It’s weird that we can all be around each other so easily, but hey, I’ll take it. I think for Aara’s sake, we all try extra hard. And now that Becky’s around, I don’t have to watch him eye f*ck my wife.

“Okay, car now before we don’t make it . . .” I nudge Lee and she nods.

I grab the towel and rush out to the car. I try to be discreet and not let her see what I’m doing. There’s not much chance she won’t catch me, but you can’t blame me for trying to protect the seats.

“Liam Dempsey!” she yells as she waddles behind me. She’s such a cute, little penguin. “I’ll cut you.”

“Oh, I love when you talk sweet to me,” I reply playfully.

“You left me back there. Your pregnant and having contractions wife . . .”

“No, I was preparing Robin so you’ll be comfortable.”

Her eyes narrow and she tilts her head. I’m screwed. I rush over and grab her arm and help her to the car. She sits down and I rush over to the other side. I can feel her hostility and I haven’t even gotten inside.

“You’re dead.”

“I figured.”

“Good . . . it’ll make it less awkward when I kill you.”

I grab her hand and kiss the top. Maybe I can soothe her by being swoony. “I love you so much, sweetheart. You’re going to make me the happiest man in the world today.”

“You’re still dead.”

Or not. She squeezes my hand with herculean strength and I try to pry it away, but she just grabs harder.

“I need my hand.”

She doesn’t say anything, but I can feel her eyes burning holes into the side of my face.

We arrive at the hospital and they bring her to the room. Once she’s connected to a bunch of monitors, I start making calls. I call my command to let them know, and I’m granted immediate baby leave. I’m half tempted to tell them to forget it since I’m apparently now married to the devil. Her face turns some funky color and she hates me.

“Liam.” Her voice is suddenly sweet, and I wonder what the hell is going on.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want you to promise that whatever I say in the next few hours you will forget.”

“I can do that.”

“Okay, good. Because I hate you.” Her face turns bright red and all her muscles tense as the contraction hits. I look at the monitor in amazement.

“Wow, that’s a strong one!” I look at the lines going up and down.

“You’re a f*cking genius!” she says through gritted teeth.

I look at her and smile. Which probably isn’t the smartest thing in the world, but she’s kinda busy and I enjoy playing with fire.