Mine To Love (Southern Wedding #4) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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I'm about to say something to her when a sharp pain rips through me, and I scream, holding the couch. “What the fuck was that?" I pant out. “I'm dying." I put my hand on my stomach.

"Let's get you in the car." Bennett keeps calm while Shelby grabs my bag, and Clarabella finally returns with the baby bag.

I take a couple of steps before I have to stop again. “Aggggghhhh," I groan, grabbing my stomach. “I'm sorry, but this is not what it said in the book." I look at Bennett, who is just trying to get me into the car. He holds my elbow as he walks with me. “That felt like someone stabbed me with a knife."

"We will get you to the hospital," Bennett assures me as we all pile in the car.

"Someone is going to have to time the contractions," Bennett orders as he pulls out of the driveway.

"On it,” Shelby says, taking out her phone. "Just let me know."

I look over at her, and another one comes. “Now," I say right before more water pours out of me. "Oh my God." I look down. “It's like I'm sitting in a puddle of water."

The window in the back is pulled down, and Clarabella sticks her head out. “I'm going to be sick." The wind blows her hair back. "You need to sell the car. Who is going to sit in her vagina juice?"

"Oh my God," I say, looking down. “How much water is in me?" I look at Bennett, who, at this point, has turned a pale white. “Here comes another one." I start my breathing. “That wasn't so bad." I look back at Shelby. “How much time between?"

"What?” she asks and looks down at the phone in her hand. “I forgot to press the button."

"Oh my God!" I yell out.

"It's not my fault." Shelby starts puffing out. “I have her in the back with her head sticking out of the car like a dog. I have you in the front leaking I don't even know what." She puts her hand to her head. “I think I'm going to faint."

"It doesn't matter. We are here now," Bennett states as he pulls into the parking lot at the hospital. He parks the car. “Fuck," he says, looking at me. “I didn't call the doctor."

"Well, I'm sure someone will call her,” Shelby says, opening the door and grabbing the bags.

Clarabella gets out of the car and opens the door for me. “Let me help you." She holds out her hand, and I grab it, putting one foot out and then the other. I stand and drip all over. Clarabella looks down at the water on her feet. “It's fine," she says. “It's not fine. It's not fine." She lets go of my hand. “I don't volunteer as tribute." She shakes her head. “I don't even want to be in there. I'm out."

"Oh, would you stop it." Shelby pushes her to the side and hands her the bag. “Can we get her inside?"

But Bennett has me by the hand, and we are already walking inside. "Of all days for your water to break, you think it's a good idea to do it with your sisters here," he mumbles as he presses the button to the elevator.

"You think I planned this?" I look at him. “This is not like it was supposed to go," I remind him, right before the biggest contraction of my life runs through me. I literally have to bend over. “Oh my God," I pant as I get into the elevator with my sisters.

"What floor?" Shelby asks me, and I just look at her. "Oh, for the love of God," she hisses and steps out of the elevator, stopping the first person she sees. “Maternity?"

"Eighth floor," the man says, and Shelby turns, rushing back into the elevator and pressing eight five million times.

"Thank God you pressed it that many times. It makes the elevator go faster,” Clarabella deadpans and looks at me. “She's leaking all over the elevator." She turns and puts her forehead against the wall of the elevator. "Should I press the emergency button and be like cleanup on aisle eight?" she mimics, and if I wasn't in so much pain, I might even laugh.

The elevator doors open, and I waddle out, walking to the desk. “Hi," Bennett says. “My wife is having a baby."

"Obviously, she's having a baby. Why else would you be here?" Shelby says.

"She's leaking everywhere,” Clarabella points out. “Like, she must have zero water left inside her."

The nurse looks at all of us, and I try to say something, but all I can do is hold the desk in front of me. “She's in active labor."

"She's doing something,” Clarabella says. “We tried timing stuff but..."

"Right this way," the nurse says, and I try to follow her, but I have to stop, and she runs to get a wheelchair.


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