It didn’t take long to lose track of time waiting for the boys to come back. I held Aimee’s hand while she squeezed it, cursing and crying from the pain of her contractions. Dr. Smith told her while they were close together, she wasn’t dilated enough to push yet.
“I swear to god I’m going to kill that man if he misses the birth of our child.” Aimee looked at me. “This is his fault. He had to be a big bad beta and get me pregnant on the first try.”
I laughed, pressing the cool cloth to her forehead. “You love him Aimee. That’s just the pain talking.”
She let out a slow breath, the nurses were coming in and out, getting the room ready for whenever Aimee was told to start pushing.
“I do love him. I love him so much it hurts sometimes.” She squeezed my poor hand, her strength would’ve bro
