Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

“Yep. But hey, back to that little thing about me being in labor. I’m really worried Finn’s going to freak.”

Harmony laughed. “He won’t freak. Finn’s not the freak-out type. Everything is ready to go; all you need is your bag. I’ll start making the calls. I’ve got your mother, Jenn and Mike, and Clare down to call first. You guys focus on getting to the hospital.”

“Thanks, Harmony. You’re the best.”

“You’ve got this, Rory. Remember, just breathe through the pain! I mean, that doesn’t really work until you get the drugs, but remember to breathe….Okay, off to call the rest of the gang!”

She hung up and left me standing there with a stunned look on my face. I hadn’t been worried until her comment about the breathing not working.

“Got you!” I heard Finn yell.

I looked through the window and saw Finn tackling Flash, then the two of them rolling around in the backyard as Finn attempted to pull the cap from Flash’s mouth.

“Hey, Finn?” I called out.

“Yeah?”

I might have been scared, but damn, my husband looked sexy as he brushed the dirt and grass off himself. If I hadn’t been in labor, I would have been begging him to take me upstairs.

Wonder if we have time.

Oh geesh, Rory. Get it together.

Shaking the thought from my head, I called out, “You might want to come in with Flash.”

Stay calm. Talk calm. Be calm. Then Finn will be calm. That had been the advice of my birthing coach.

Finn and Flash walked through the door, and Finn pulled me in to his body. “Damn, you are sexy as hell, do you know that?”

The way he looked at me, like I was his everything, made it hard for me to ignore the pull in my lower stomach.

His hand trailed across my stomach and down into the comfy shorts that I’d been living in the last two weeks.

“Finn…we can’t.”

His fingers brushed against my clit, and I was stunned by how my body reacted. For Pete’s sake, I was in labor.

He slipped his finger inside of me and kissed along my neck. “Fucking hell. You’re so wet.”

“Finn.”

“I know, baby, feels so good to me too.”

The contraction was steadily growing stronger. “Oh, God!” I cried out. “It’s stronger than the last one.”

Finn stopped, then started up again. “Okay, whatever that means. As long as it’s making you feel good, baby.”

“No! Finn! Oh God!”

I gripped his arms and dug my nails into them. Anything to make the contractions stop.

“Rory, mother freaking f’er! You’re drawing blood.”

I buried my head in his chest and tried to breathe through it.

“Hee hee whoo. Hee hee whoo.”

“Yeah, feels that good, huh? Not so sure about the whole breathing-exercise thing you’re doing, but whatever floats your boat.”