Brother’s Best Friends Are My Mates novel Chapter 200

Colby

A few months has passed since we learned Lia was pregnant and it was crazy how close we were getting to her giving birth. The Werewolf pregnancies didn’t last as long so she was in her six month, ready to give birth any day now. There was a set date the doctor had marked, but they could always come early.

Or late.

When the doctors said they came late she was very angry. She glared at every one of us. I was halfway through a sandwich when I heard Lia gasp from the couch.

Rain shot up like he’d been electrocuted. “What was that?! Was that a contraction?! Was that a baby contraction?!” Lia winced, gripping the edge of the couch. “I don’t know! Maybe? It hurts!”

Matt practically fell off the armchair. “Define ‘hurts’! Like normal hurts? Like stubbing your toe hurts? Or like-‘ call an ambulance’ hurts?!”

Rain was already pacing in wild circles. “Oh god. Oh god. We’re not ready. We’re not ready! We don’t have the bags packed, we don’t have a route to the hospital mapped out, we don’t even have snacks packed for the waiting room-“

I stood up, wiping my hands on my jeans. “Everyone, calm the hell down.”

“CALM DOWN?!” Rain shrieked, throwing his hands up. “She’s going into labor! This is Defcon one! Where’s the emergency binder?! We need the emergency binder!”

Matt blinked. “We had a binder?”

Rain spun on him. “I told you to make a binder!”

“Yeah,” Matt said dryly, “because I was going to make a color-coded labor binder.” Lia groaned again, shifting on the couch. “Guys. Please.”

That sobered them up faster than a slap to the face.

“I’m calling the doctor,” I said, grabbing my phone. “Nobody moves. Nobody boils anything. Nobody starts a fire.”

Rain immediately hovered next to me, jittering like a hummingbird on espresso. “Tell them to send a SWAT team. And a doctor. And maybe an extra doctor just in case.”

Matt pointed at the kitchen. “Should I at least find towels?! I feel like towels are important!” “No towels!” I barked. “Stop panicking! Breathe, idiots!”

“I am breathing,” Rain snapped. “I’m just doing it very fast and very stressfully!” The phone rang once. Twice. Three times.

Come on, come on, pick up-

“Yeah, hi,” I said the second the receptionist answered. “My mate’s in labor. We need you.”

Rain clutched the back of my shirt like I was his emotional support human. “Ask if we should be timing the contractions! Ask if we need a stopwatch! Ask if we need a defibrillator!”

Matt blinked. “Why the hell would we need a defibrillator?”

“I DON’I KNOW, MATT, I’M PANICKING.”

I pressed the phone harder to my ear, trying to hear the receptionist over the chaos behind me. “Okay, sir, how far apart are the contractions?” the receptionist asked calmly.

I turned around, gesturing wildly. “Contractions! Timing! Someone gets a clock!”

Matt yanked his phone out, squinting at the screen. “Uh… how long has it been since the last one?” Lia breathed out shakily. “Five minutes. Maybe six?”

“Five minutes!” I barked into the phone. “Okay, sir, you need to head to the clinic. Now.” My stomach dropped. “It’s happening?”

“It’s happening.”

I turned back to them. “It’s happening.”

Rain’s face went sheet white. “I’m going to faint. Oh my god, I’m going to faint.”

Matt grabbed him by the shoulders. “No, you’re not. If you faint, I’m not carrying your ass to the car.” Rain waved a hand dramatically. “Tell my babies I love them!”

Lia groaned again, louder this time. “If someone doesn’t help me up, I swear to god I’m leaving you all here.” I bolted to her side, Rain and Matt scrambling behind me.

“I got you,” I said, sliding an arm under her back. “We’ve got you.” “Rain, get the bags!” Matt shouted.

Rain spun in a frantic circle. “Where are the bags?!” “WHERE YOU LEFT THEM! II Matt snapped.

“Oh my god, I’m too stupid to be a father!” Rain cried, tripping over a pile of shoes.

I bit back a laugh. “You’re fine, Rain1Just get the damn bags before Lia gives birth in the living room!” “Already on it!” he shouted, grabbing both bags and crashing into the door frame on his way out.

Matt steadied Lia’s other side, looking pale but determined. I squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, Lia. We’ve got this.”

“Remind me to kill you later,” she muttered through gritted teeth. I laughed under my breath. “Only after you meet the babies.”

And despite all the chaos, despite Rain shouting about forgetting the car keys, despite Matt yelling at him­ I knew we were going to be just fine.

Probably.

Maybe.

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