REIKA

THIRTY

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

We were in a car, Arjun in his carseat on the back, me in the passenger seat, and Alban driving. We were going towards our safe house at full speed. As Alban drove, with a worried expression, he held on to my hand.

Sensing the all too familiar pain, I squeezed his hand in mine and nearly screamed. Another contraction. They were getting closer together and lasting longer. I was close.

"Breathe, babe, we are almost there." Alban tried to encourage me, kissing my hand. Arjun joined him from the back seat, trying to help.

"Yes, Mammy, breathe, it will be alright." His sweet voice comforted me, imitating his dad's tone, and I looked back to show him a smile. Once my sight returned to the road, I took deep breaths, trying my best to keep calm. I didn't want to worry them, but I was stupid close. It wouldn't surprise me if the baby pops out of my vagina right now.

—Hurry!

Jules groaned in pain.

—We are going as fast as we can, love. Keep breathing.

Bianco lovingly replied as they caressed the back of the hand they were holding with their thumb. We were all at home, ready for work and eating breakfast, when my water broke and things went downhill from there. Everything was moving faster than the first time around. Maybe playing the 'how much cum can that pussy take before it drips out' game last night wasn't a fucking good idea.

This was a safe car with tinted windows, one of the many we had placed all over the pack for us to move around undetected. No one could see inside or would suspect it was us. Sometimes we would switch cars on the way, but we had no time for that.

These last months, we had gotten genuinely talented at hiding in plain sight. After my grandfather passed, and that attack that almost left me mateless, we were still on high alert. His funeral couldn't take place until about two weeks after his death and since I was with Alban, I missed it. Mom told me there was some drama, and that an unexpected guest showed up, making Grandma Tempest fall to her knees.

"Almost there!" Alban took a turn off the road and into nowhere. There wasn't a road to where we were heading, so we had to drive through the woods. Yes, it was bumpy as fuck. With each bump we took, I looked down at the car's floor to make sure the baby hadn't fallen out.

—Dad, we are almost there.

Jules groaned with the pain we were sharing to let them know we would arrive soon.

—Ok, we are ready for you.

Grandpa John would stay with Arjun, and Grandma Sage, and Liv would be there for the delivery. Dad would help me out as much as he could, but I knew he wouldn't want to stay around for long because he and Alban's mother hadn't been able to talk to each other yet. Mom was on her way, but we were going to make it way before she could arrive.

As we arrived at the safe house, Alban put the car in park and stepped out. Through the window, I saw him take off his suit's jacket and toss it inside the car. He then ran to the house to go make sure things were ready for us and my eyes followed him. His muscles were perfectly marked under that white button-up shirt, and his ass looked delicious inside those dressing pants as he moved.

Holy cow!

Yes, I was going through unbelievable pain, but I couldn't stop myself from drooling a little. Alban looked handsome as fuck in a suit. Dad called him 'the gangster', because, with all those tattoos, the undercut, the piercings and dressed like that, it's what he looked like. The nickname got stuck to him and other people would call him that behind his back.