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I couldn’t wait to see if they tried to ask for a place to stay.

I hoped they would ask Tay.

* * *

“Hello?”

I smiled as Garnett answered the phone, sounding excited.

“It’s time,” I said. “I’m driving to the hospital now.”

Garnett squealed. “I’m with Ande. We’ll be there about the same time as you. Tell Quincy to meet us…”

“Quincy isn’t with me,” I interjected.

There was a long moment of silence and then, “Okay. I’ll call him.”

I had a small smile light on my face as I thought about how Quincy would be getting that call from his mom when he hadn’t even realized I’d left.

Okay, so I was a little emotional. Sue me.

The phone tree went fast, and three Carter men were waiting for me at the front door when I arrived.

“I’ll park it,” Gable said.

I waved at him, then waddled my way through the front door.

A screech of tires, and then there was Quinn, dropping Quincy off with a glaring look on his face.

I ignored him and walked inside, checking my own self in.

Gable, Garrett, and Atlas, who were the first to make it since they were closest to the hospital, were trying really hard not to laugh.

My narrow-eyed look had them studiously keeping their mouths shut and their comments to themselves.

Quincy came up behind me and wrapped his hand around my belly, pulling me back into his chest as he bent down and said, “We’ll be talking about this later.”

I ignored the way his voice made me shiver.

The nurse at the triage desk walked us up to labor and delivery, and within ten minutes I was naked but for a gown, and my room was full of Carters.

“She… what?” Germaine looked from me to Quincy and back. “You drove yourself?”

Like I said, I was a little bit emotional.

“I just wanted him to put the freakin’ crib together!” I cried out, throwing my hands in the air. “Is that so bad?”

“It’s bad when your water broke in my living room, and you wanted to drive all the way back home for him to do that,” Germaine said, the voice of reason, like always.

God, the man drove me nuts sometimes.

Why did he have to be so logical?

I couldn’t fight logical.

“Why did you let her leave if her water broke?” Germaine asked Quincy.

Quincy narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t let her leave. I was cleaning up the mess. When I was done, she was gone.”