Over My Dead Body (Denver Royalty #2) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Denver Royalty Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
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“That would be because they are,” I say, holding up the gas.

“Well, shit,” Bobby grins, looking as though his day just got a shitload better. “I hope you saved some of that for me.”

Without even a moment of hesitation, Bobby sucks on the gas and the boys and Cass instantly start another round of uncontrollable laughter, offering up the best kind of entertainment.

Twenty minutes later, Gigi comes in and takes one look at the four boys in the bathtub. She laughs to herself before letting them in on the secret. “I had a woman in there last night,” she says. “Redecorated the whole thing with baby guts and shit. Took hours to scrub the stench out of it.”

Gigi comes to examine me as the boys scramble out of the bath, yanking each other out of the way to be the first one out while Jax turns green and bolts for the bathroom. The boys start giggling again, and it takes two seconds for Gigi to realize they’re high on gas. Thankfully she ignores it since they aren’t disturbing any of the other patients, only me—not that I’m complaining about it.

Gigi starts examining me, all but shoving her whole fist up my hooch and having a good feel around. “Are you jealous?” I ask Carter, grunting with pain.

“Uhhh, usually I’d say yeah,” he grunts, his lips twisting in disgust, “but that’s kinda gross.”

Trying to figure out what the hell we’re talking about, Bobby looks my way and accidentally gets an eye full of me being fisted. “AHH, FUCK. MY EYES!”

A booming laugh tears from my chest, shaking my whole body and forcing Gigi to evacuate from my guts. “You know she can’t have sex for like six weeks,” Cassie says from across the room, adding her two cents.

Carter’s face pales as he turns to his sister. “What?” he grunts, making me realize I never let him in on that particular secret.

He doesn’t get a response as Gigi finishes my exam and gives me a bright smile. “Alright, Brianna. You’re at eight centimeters, so it shouldn’t be too long now. I’d say maybe another hour or two and you’ll be holding your babies.”

Carter squeezes my hand and presses a kiss to my sweaty forehead. “You’re nearly there, babe.”

“I know,” I smile. “I can’t wait.”

Gigi smiles and leaves the room, but returns moments later with two baby cribs that she lines up against the wall. “Wow, shit’s getting real,” I murmur to Carter, keeping my eyes locked on the cribs that will hold my twins.

“Sure is,” he says.

The next hour and a half is the longest hour and a half known to man.

Gigi comes back in and confirms I’m at ten centimeters, and with that, kicks everyone out of my room and boots Carter off my bed. He does as he’s told as the room fills with a shitload of midwives, twice as usual to look after each of the babies.

Gigi pages Dr. Thompson, who shows up moments later and tells me it’s just about time to get this show on the road.

Nerves filter through me, and my stomach does somersaults. I’m positive that I really am going to shit the bed. Carter grabs a cold wash cloth and pats down my face. “You’re so fucking strong, baby,” he says. “You’ve got this.”

Dr. Thompson says it’s time to put my legs up in the stirrups, and I grab the little gas sucky thing and jam it in my mouth, biting down on it, knowing I’m going to be needing it more than ever. My legs go up and I concentrate on Dr. Thompson, not wanting to miss a thing.

“Alright, Brianna,” she says as Carter clutches my hand. “On your next contraction, I want you to push. I’ll count to ten, you’ll take a breath, and we’ll go again. Understood?”

I nod again, my whole body shaking. I can do this.

I just have to do a little pushing, rip my body in half, and I’ll be rewarded with two beautiful little babies.

I. Can. Do. This.

Feeling the contraction coming on, I take a deep breath and meet Carter’s stare.

This is it.

Chapter 30

CARTER

Holy shit. I’m about to pass out.

This is all happening way too fast. Brianna’s legs are in the stirrups, and the doctor stands at the end of the bed, ready to catch our babies like Bri’s a fucking quarterback shooting them out. The midwives flurry around the room, preparing everything, while I cling to Bri’s hand to keep her calm.

Dr. Thompson casts a serious look at Brianna. “On your next contraction, I want you to push. I’ll count to ten, you’ll take a breath, and we’ll go again. Understood?”

Ahhh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Don’t pass out. I’ll never fucking live it down.

Bri squeezes my hand, and I realize this it is, the contraction is on its way. In just a few minutes, I’ll have two babies in my care. Shit. I hope I don’t fuck them up. Sean seems to be able to do it, and if he can, then surely I can too. Right?


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