Page 48 of Primal
“Who wants to go hit something with me?” I blurt, dropping my phone onto the bar top.
Conor’s eyes light up, and he jumps out of his seat. “Yes. Please! Anything but more of these fakeDom applications.”
“The Pakhan is going to be at The Onyx in a few hours,” I inform them as my phone buzzes again. Expecting it to be another text from Mandy, I ignore it before providing my brothers with the scant details she had given me. It vibrates against the wooden bar again, and I glance down to see two missed messages from Cat.
CATLIN
QUINN IS HAVING HER BABIES!
We are on our way to New Rochelle Memorial.
On our way.
“Change of plan.” I slide from the barstool and shove the phone into the front pocket of my pants. “Quinn is in labor. The girls are all on their way to the hospital.”
“Fuck,” Declan barks, quickly grabbing his phone and keys. “It’ll take forever to get there this time of the day.”
“I’ve got the bike,” I tell him, thankful I’m prepared as always with a spare helmet on my bike. “I can get you to New Rochelle Memorial in twenty minutes.”
“We’ll meet you there,” Tristan chimes as we rush to the door.
It doesn’t take us long to reach my bike parked out front. I throw Cat’s helmet at Declan and climb onto the bike. Turning over the engine, Declan is about to climb on when he pauses. Staring at the seat behind me, he asks, “Finn. Is that cum? Please tell me it’s not cum.”
“On my bike?” I glance over my shoulder at the stain on the seat and lie, “No. It’s not cum.”
Declan grabs my shoulder and hesitantly climbs onto the bike. I rev the engine as he fists the side of my shirt, letting the loud grumble of the bike quiet before I inform him, “It’s definitely fucking cum.”
Not giving him a chance to respond, my tires squeal against the pavement, and I laugh as we pull from the valet and into traffic. Knowing how fucking pissed he is as we weave through the slow moving cars is worth every fucking fist I take to the kidney on the journey. Pulling up to the entrance of the hospital, he shouts as the roar of the engine quiets, “You’re a fucking twat, Finn. Now I have to burn these fucking trousers.”
“Stop fucking fighting with me and go to your wife.” I smirk beneath my helmet. After finding a space to park my bike, I make my way inside and up to Labor and Delivery to find Cat sitting with my peanut on her lap. Owen is sitting a few chairs away, keeping an eye on them both.
“UncailFinn,” Fiona excitedly shouts. “I’m gonna be a big sister.”
“You sure are!” I croon, giving each of them a kiss on the forehead before I take the empty beside the two of them. “Where’s Layla?”
“She went downstairs with Grady and Rory to grab some coffee,” Cat informs me.
“When are you going to have a baby?” Fiona looks between me and Cat.
Thanks, peanut…
At a loss for words for the first time in my life, I stare at Cat in silence. I absolutely adore my niece, but fatherhood had never crossed my mind. The women who passed through my bed were a fleeting good time and definitely not mother material. Cat is neither of those. She’s unbelievably nurturing and sweet, amazing with Fiona, and the very last woman to ever grace my bed.
Cat gazes back at me, and I’m relieved to see her reflecting what I can only imagine is the same deer-in-the-headlights look spread across my face. Her eyes focus on my reaction as she answers Fiona, “Not for a long time, baby.”
“How come?”
“Well…” Cat struggles to find an explanation Fiona will understand. “I’m still going to school.”
Trying to quell her curiosity, I add, “We also haven’t known each other that long.”
“Yeah, but you’re gonna marry her,” Fiona chirps. “So you should just have a bunch of pretty babies, too.”
Pulling Fiona into my lap, I tickle her, huff, and whisper, “That was supposed to be a secret.”
“Not a very good one,” Cat jests. While I may not have outright asked her to be my wife—yet—she knows that she’s mine for the rest of my life. And all of eternity.
We sit in the waiting room for hours, joined by Layla and eventually the rest of my brothers. All of us doing our best to keep a quickly tiring Fiona occupied. A little shy of midnight, Declan steps into the waiting room with a tired yet elated look on his face. “They’re here.”