Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Fifteen minutes. Go!” I shouted.
He jumped slightly then hurried over to us. “Okay, condensed version. Shit!”
Gavin and I both snapped our heads up to gape at him.
“Sorry. I’m nervous. Okay, um…so repeat after me. I, Gavin, take you, Brystol, to be my wife.”
Gavin repeated the vows.
“To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part.”
Gavin looked at Pastor Mike. “I can’t remember a damn thing you just said.”
“Just say I do!” I cried out.
“That’s not what he’s supposed to say next.”
“I do! I do!” Gavin quickly stated.
I shot Pastor Mike a warning. “I take him for all the good and the bad, rich and poor, sick and healthy. Yes, I do.”
His eyes bounced between me and Gavin. “Um, right. Okay. Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Gavin quickly kissed me on the lips before I pushed him back. “Get me out of this dress and back into my sweats and T-shirt.”
“I’m going to go sign the marriage certificate.”
“Thank you so much, Pastor Mike! You’re the best.”
He shook his head with a smile and said, “Good luck, and may you have a safe delivery. Blessings!”
“Thanks,” Gavin said, gently pushing him out the door then locking it. He turned to me. “You realize we’re going to have to do that again the right way.”
I nodded and quickly got undressed.
When I pulled the T-shirt I’d worn to the church over my head, Gavin stared at it. “You’re going to wear that to the hospital to give birth to our daughter?”
I glanced down. “What’s wrong with this shirt?”
“It’s a picture of a moose singing into a microphone and saying, It’s Perry, bitch.”
Looking at my shirt again, I smiled. I had been a huge Britney Spears fan back in the day, and when I saw this shirt I knew I had to have it.
“I’ll have you know, I get asked about this T-shirt all the time. It’s my good luck shirt.”
“That’s your good luck shirt?”
I nodded—then clutched my stomach. “Another one’s coming.”
“Shit!” He quickly dropped to the floor and helped me get my sweats and shoes on. Someone started knocking on the door just as Gavin helped me stand up.
“My bag!” I said, pointing.
“I don’t suppose this is your hospital bag?”
Laughing, I opened the door to see my mother and Rachel. Behind them were our fathers.
“Mom, can you swing by our place and get my hospital bag?”
“Drake, can you get the car seat?” Gavin added.
A couple of feminine gasps broke out as we walked down the hall.
“You haven’t put the car seat in yet?” Rachel chastised. “Gavin Quinn, I told you to do that!”
“I thought I had time!”
“She’s thirty-eight weeks! What were you waiting for?” she said.
“Mom, now is not the time for a lecture.”
Aurora ran up next to me. “Pastor Mike signed the marriage certificate, and I have it.”
“You got married without us!” my mother cried.
“Not now, Mom. I’m kind of in the middle of having a baby!”
We finally made it to Gavin’s car. I groaned when I saw it was decked out for the wedding.
“You can’t drive to the hospital in that,” my father said. “Here, take my SUV.”
Gavin took the keys and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Almost there, baby.”
“I’m okay. I’m okay.”
He let out a nervous laugh. “Glad one of us is.”
“Can you drive?”
He reached out to open the car door and his hands were shaking. I glanced back. “I need someone to drive, Gavin’s freaking out.”
“Hey! I am not freaking out!”
James walked over and took the keys. “I’m a professional. I’ve got this.”
“No, I don’t think so,” Declan argued as he swiped the keys from James. “I’ll drive.”
“He’s my brother. I’ll drive.” When he tried to grab the keys, Declan held them over his head.
“I’m driving.”
“No, I’m driving!”
“For the love of all the fucks and hells and sons-of-bitches, would the two of you stop fucking arguing before I bitch-slap the shit out of both of you!”
“So much for not swearing in front of the baby,” Aurora said dryly, causing me to spin around and point at her.
“You. You drive.”
She swallowed hard. “Me? Um, I don’t have my license. James should drive.”
“Fine,” I said, opening the car door and climbing in. “Everyone get in the car now!”
Gavin jumped into the back seat with Harper and Declan, while James slid into the driver’s seat.
“Don’t worry, Bry, I’ll get you there in a jiffy.”
I closed my eyes and started to breathe deeply. “I think the baby is coming.”
James started the car and pulled out.
“Don’t speed!” Gavin and Declan both cried out. Harper started rubbing my arm. “That’s it, deep breath in, exhale. You’ve got this, Bry.”
When we got to the hospital, my contractions were closer together. By the time I was in a room and changed, I was begging for drugs. Dr. Lark had just finished examining me.