The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Chapter 69

“Emma?” Hands shaking as I locate his number and pull the cell to my ear, stomach doing a nosedive. Eyes on her incredibly calm face and falling into the first stages of freak out.

“Don’t panic.” Emma smiles gently. “These things take hours; this is just a twinge, and I just want to be sure he’s here, in case it’s not.” She smooths a hand over mine on the table and yet moves her chair back so she can sit further down in it. I watch her tilt her head back and take some deep breaths as Jake’s cell seems to ring for eternity.

I chew on my lip, tap my foot harder and tap the table with my nail as it rings, and rings, and bloody well fucking rings.

Pick the fuck up!

“Sophabelle. What can I do you for?” Jake jokes down the phone and I practically sigh with relief at his voice. Typically playful, yet I’m on the verge of yelling at him for taking beyond an average amount of time to answer his goddamn cell.

Doesn’t he realize his wife is pregnant!

“Your wife requires your presence. Soon, like yesterday.” I gush down the phone, stomach in knots. I aim a worrying glance towards her, and I’m alarmed to see her panting; her hands splayed on her stomach and her eyes closed tight. Emma’s withdrawn internally and clearly no longer here with me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I get that serious tone. He sounds very much like

say, lost in my own anxiety and panic that she might drop a baby at any second and I am so not equipped to deal with this kind of shit at all. Emma is still sitting the

Jake sounds alien, panicked I guess, strangely cool despite it though. The thought of his beautiful girl in pain and not being here with her. I know what

do.” I bite on my lip, breathing hard. My own body starting

care of my girl.” Jake is quick to make me feel calmer, something reassuring in his commands, something that snaps me out of child brain,

beside her. She opens her eyes when she feels my hands on her shoulder and tries for a smile. She doesn’t look like her; pale as hell, considering she is already light skinned, eyes wide and so much grayer today. She looks like someone who is handling a lot of agony and being a champion

faster than I have ever had it. This is not how it normally goes.” She

quiet, dealing with it internally. She is the picture of control, silently coping with ever whatever it is she’s getting, and when she lets out another breath, I let one out too. Like I’ve been tensely holding mine while

big girl, besides the bump. She’s a little shorter than me and despite

act as I totter with her when I try to get her upright over her bump. Jake always makes this look so effortless and I internally scold him for his height and

the arm around my shoulder tightens mercilessly and her gasp and groan sets every one of my panic alarms off. Emma starts to pant, screwing her eyes shut again, and this

seriously cannot handle this

… my phone.... Midwife … please.” Emma pants through her words, eyes coming to mine, sheer pain, maybe panic, reflecting back at me. “So .... Fast” She struggles to talk, her body still tightly coiled, and we’re moving

his way. He won’t be long.” I try to soothe her, but my voice is shaking crazily, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. I’ve never been at a birth in my life, let alone

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