Liam

Lourdes and I spent the night christening our new bed, and I’m about to slide in for a round of sleepy lazy morning sex when my phone vibrates on the nightstand.

“You should get that,” she says against her pillow.

“No way. I’m trying to get this,” I say, pushing my cock against her ass.

“Liam, you can have this” —she presses back into me— “anytime you want. Get the phone. It might be important.”

I groan and reach back blindly to snatch the phone, and I punch the answer button on the screen so hard, my thumb could have gone through the glass.

“Hello,” I bark into the phone.

“Mr. Wild?”

“Yes, I’m Mr. Wild.” Who the hell is calling me on a Sunday morning at six a.m. calling me Mr. Wild?

“This is Carrie Williams. I’m a nurse here at St. Mary’s hospital. I’m calling for your wife, Amira. She’s being admitted for pre-term labor and you’re listed as her emergency contact.”

I sit up in the bed, pulling the covers off Lourdes. “Sorry, babe,” I say, covering her back up as she rolls over toward me.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“It’s Amira. Just a second.”

“Mr. Wild? I’m sorry, was I supposed to call you, or is there another family member I should have contacted?”

“No, she probably listed me. I’m her husband. Is she having the baby right now? I mean, it’s too early. She’s only—”

“Thirty-five weeks, and yes, it’s early. We’re doing all we can to stop her labor, but it doesn’t look like anything is working. I’m afraid she’s probably going to deliver. Can I tell her you’re on your way?”

“Yes. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Okay, thank you. I’ll let her know.”

Fucking Amira put me down as the father of the baby and her emergency contact. Truth is, she probably doesn’t have anybody else who would give a shit enough to come and be with her unless she paid him or her to. Now I have to go and play like I’m her loving husband, rushing in to see the birth of my baby. My baby . . . I quickly do the math in my head since I tricked the nurse into telling me Amira’s gestation. Thirty-five weeks. That puts her getting pregnant in February, not January when I was in town, but it’s possible for a due date to be off by a couple of weeks in both directions, so there’s still a slim chance I’m this kid’s dad.

“Liam.” Lourdes is sitting up next to me now, shaking my shoulder. “What’s happening? Is Amira having her baby?”

“Yeah, and she’s listed me as her emergency contact. She’s in preterm labor.”

I slide my arm around her waist and pull her into my lap so that she’s straddling me, and I pull her close.

“Am I a bad person because I don’t want to go?”

“Oh, Liam,” she says, pulling away and placing her hands on my shoulders to look me square in the eyes. “You’re not a bad person. This is just a very bad situation. A bad man wouldn’t even consider going to the hospital right now, and I know you’re going to be there. If there’s any chance that child is yours, you shouldn’t miss the chance to see it come into the world.”

I slide my hands up and down her sides, tracing every luscious curve of her body as I do. She’s so fucking amazing. Here she is, encouraging me to go be with my wife while she delivers a baby that might be mine, while she’s pregnant with our child and fighting cancer.

“I fucking love you, LK. You know that, right? Nothing will ever change that. You are always my first priority. You and the butterball and Toby come before anything, no matter what happens with Amira, okay?”

“Okay, now go, make sure she’s all right.”

“Not yet,” I say, pressing my cock against her damp crease.

“Liam, there isn’t time. You have to go to her.”

“What did I just get through saying to you? You’re first, no matter what.”

I slide my hands under her ass and lift her just enough to slide the tip of my cock to her entrance. She looks at me with uncertainty, but the power of the moment takes control of her, and she lowers herself down around me until I’m buried deep inside of her. I watch her eyes roll back in her head as she rides me slowly at first, and then we simultaneously pick up the pace, knowing that I need to be gone already.

I cup her breasts in my hands and frantically kiss and nip a path from her ear to the sexy spot where her neck meets her shoulder. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders when I take her nipple into my mouth and suck it hard and roll it around my tongue.

“Liam, I can’t. I can’t wait.”

Neither can I. I flop back against the pillows and wrap my hands around her hips while I thrust into her hard until we both hit a wall and explode around each other. When I open my eyes, I’m blessed with the tail end of Lourdes’s climax expression. The one where her lips are parted, her eyes are closed, and her brows are knit together in a way that it might look like pain to someone who didn’t know we were having sex. But I know it’s pure, unadulterated bliss. I want a picture of that someday.

When she opens her eyes, she smiles down at me, and I slide my hands from her hips to the little bump that’s always between us now.

“Think the butterball’s awake?”

“Oh yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s got him thinking.” She laughs but her laugh turns serious.

“You need to go, Liam. You’ve proven your point, and I love you for it, but you’ll never forgive yourself if you miss this and the baby turns out to be yours. Hey, do you know what’s she’s having?”

She slides off me and shoves me to the edge of the bed with her feet. Man, there’s nothing like a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am to take you down a notch or two.

“You’re literally kicking me out of our bed, aren’t you?”

“Yep, now go.”

“All right, all right, and no, she never told me. Hey, we get to find out next week what we’re having, don’t we?” I say, pulling on my jeans. No time to shower now.

“Yes, but I think it’s a boy.”

“I’ve noticed you call him a him.”

“Force of habit I guess.”

I pull my shirt on and look around for my shoes. I have to wear a pair of shoes twice, because we didn’t really pack to spend the night. It just sort of happened.

“You’ll live,” she says, reading my mind. I roll my eyes and slide into the day-old shoes.

“I still don’t get that. You’ll have to explain it to me better someday.”

“Okay, I will. I’ll keep you posted on what’s going on. Shit, are you okay staying here with Toby today? There’s food in the kitchen and you can swim some more if you want. If you have an emergency, just call me and I’ll come right back, okay?”

“Yes, yes, we’ll be fine. Get out of here,” she says, fiddling with her necklace. She does that when she’s really nervous. Now I don’t want to leave her. She catches me looking at what’s she’s doing and drops her hand.

“I’m fine, Liam.”

I kiss her hard and fast on the mouth and grab my keys and phone. I can’t believe I’m going to watch Amira have a baby. Please, God, it may be wrong to pray for this, but please don’t let this baby be mine.