“Oh my God.” I stood up. “I’ll be right there. Do I need to bring anything?”
Nina replied, “Popsicles, if you’ve got any. She’s been laboring for a few hours already. s**t’s starting to get really real. She’s asking for you, and for Sylvie.”
“I’ll be right there,” I repeated.
We ended the mind-link, and when my eyes refocused, I saw Reid and Silas both staring at me; Silas, with concern, and Reid looked thoroughly vexed, so much so that his stare was more of a glare.
“Ellie’s in labor,” I told them.
Reid scoffed. “Jesus Christ, what f*****g day is it?”
Silas glanced at his phone. “It’s November 7th.”
“Is this what sleeping is like? It f*****g sucks. I’m glad I don’t f*****g sleep.”
“No,” Silas said simply, as Reid continued on with his excessive cursing, “this is not what sleeping
