In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 343

"No, but—" Blair stopped, feeling a sudden release of pressure and warmth. "Well, spoke too soon. It's that, or I just wet myself."

Rebecca’s eyes widened. "I’m calling an ambulance."

"No!" Blair’s response was immediate. "No ambulance. Just get Roman. He’ll drive me. He has to drive past here to get to the hospital anyway." The last thing she wanted was to be wheeled out of her office on a stretcher. She still had her dignity, even if her body had other plans. Today was her last day anyway. She had already pulled back from duties…she just wanted to finish this one.

Roman was in a meeting when his phone buzzed. Normally, he'd never check it during negotiations of this importance, but he’d made one exception to his rule: Blair. As soon as he saw Rebecca’s name on the screen, his heart rate spiked.

"Excuse me," he said, rising abruptly. "I need to take this."

He barely made it to the hallway before answering. "Rebecca? Is It Blair?"

"Mr. Kingston, Blair’s in labor. Her water just broke. She wants you to pick her up."

Roman’s world narrowed to those words. "I’m on my way."

He returned to the meeting room long enough to gather his things and offer a curt explanation. "Gentlemen, my wife is having our baby. We’ll have to reschedule."

No one argued.

Fifteen minutes later, Roman burst through the doors of Blair’s office at Warner Industries, where he found her sitting calmly, breathing deeply through a contraction while Rebecca hovered anxiously nearby.

"Blair!" He was at her side in an instant, crouching beside her chair. "Are you okay? How far apart are the contractions?"

"About seven minutes," she said, reaching for his hand. "And I’m fine. This wasn’t exactly how I planned to finish my last workday, but—" She inhaled sharply as another contraction hit.

"We need to get you to the hospital. Now."

Blair shrugged sheepishly. "Since this morning. I thought it was just more Braxton Hicks. I had a presentation today… It was my last day at the office."

Roman looked shocked at her words. "You were giving a presentation while in active labor?"

"To be fair, I didn’t realize it was active labor until my water broke," Blair defended herself.

Dr. O’Neill shook her head, amused. "Well, your baby seems even more determined than you are. This is progressing quickly for a first baby."

The next four hours were a blur of increasing pain, ice chips, and Roman’s unwavering support. He never left her side, letting her crush his hand during contractions, wiping her forehead with cool cloths, and murmuring words of encouragement.

"I can’t do this," Blair gasped after a particularly brutal contraction. "Roman, I can’t— I want it to be over. You are never going to touch me again."

The delivery room staff laughed, having heard it all before.