KATE
My baby was coming.
The room burst out in a flurry of activities, with Lucille deep in a mind-link, Marco barking out orders at his men, and Luca looking at me like he was waiting for the next set of contractions to scoop me out of here and have me checked into a hospital.
I would have burst out in laughter at the almost comical way everyone was panicking, but another contraction racked through me, stopping the feeling and further confirming that this was no ruse.
It really was time.
I huffed and puffed as I struggled to sit up, trying to ride out the vicious bout of pain that threatened to claw out my insides, and I instinctively raised a hand, stopping all of them from closing in around me to help out when they tried to.
“Stay back,” I managed with a low groan, gripping the
