The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

She automatically pulls her legs up when she gets flat. Her feet flat on the floor and knees bent and opening wide, I assume it’s the birthing position of women and not how she casually lounges around the house.

Her long dress is hanging to her ankles, and she is already panting again like an overheated dog. Another wave of panic hits me in the gut and I shuffle myself to her feet on my knees, shaking like a leaf and unsure how this is will go down. My eyes keep flicking to the hall, and every noise, making me pray for Jake.

For the love of all that is holy.

“You need to get them off, and my shoes.... If this is happening, then I want them off.” Emma frowns at me from her position, lifting her head up enough to see me over her knees, and I can see how badly she is clutching at the leg of a nearby chair. Squeezing the shit out of the chrome and I just thank my stars it’s not my hand. She could clearly crush every bone in my little dainty digits if she had a grip on me instead.

Taking a deep breath, I lift the hem of her skirt, push it up to her knees in a bid to see what I am doing, and lean in to try and get to the waistband of her surprisingly sexy black underwear, that looks decidedly non-maternal. I curb the urge to sit up and give her a raised brow look, chastising myself that she is married to Jake, and there is no way in hell she was ever going to dawn maternity wear and spandex, even when bulging like a whale.

I manage to locate the low waist, turning my head aside to make sure I do not get traumatized with a view of Emma that even brain bleaching can’t remove, and slide them down and off. Averting my eyes as I maneuver them over her ankles and throw them aside. Eyes down, unbuckling the straps on her flat sandals and definitely do not look up to see a full frontal of her lady parts. I seriously would never be able to look her in the eye ever again if I commit to memory this kind of intimate knowledge.

overjoyed to see Jake skating across the marble floor with an expression of sheer panic across his face. Arrick in hot pursuit and looking a lot more together, although he is moving just as fast. Catching the sight of them

has arrived, and Jake can take over, doing what Jake does. Help his wife bring another baby

them. I genuinely feel like kissing him right now for getting here this fast and I grin with exhaled glee

that makes me gasp in absolute shock. Bath temperature warm, sticky, and slimy, weird smelling fluid, soaks through my dress, down my legs

immobile, sat stone still with arms splayed out in sheer disbelief, blinking at her as though she just

birthing fluids. The blood drains from me as Jake skids down behind me and slides me over, uncaring about the fact that he is now kneeling in the puddle where I was, unconcerned with how vile this really is, and

‘eww’ that disappears with a half-smile when he catches me throwing him a hostile glare of

I guess it’s not really going to wait on us getting a midwife. I mentally wonder if I should call emergency services, but my cell is way over there on the table and I

at me Bambino. I’m here. I got you.” Jake is calm and controlled,; looking at her from his kneeling spot, he leans up and over her, caging her in his

in time with her. He brushes the hair from her face gently, brushes the perspiration settling on her brow away too and kisses her on the forehead, lingering tenderly. Emma seems to give up all control to him, sighing and breathing slowly, watching him with a focus that is unbreakable. Jake really seems like he has this, and all I can do is stare

her dress and shrugs down to look. Arrick