Assigned by Station Chief Kate Laswell, Case Officer Kiera Dutton is assigned to track and locate the missing American missiles as well as the threat of Quds Force Major Hassan Zyani. Befriending Ghost during her missions was not indeed part of her...
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The following morning, Kiera awoke with the beginning of intense contractions. Though they were over a few minutes apart, Simon began to grow more and more nervous as it slowly consumed him that he was soon to meet his son and daughter for the first time. "Sleep okay, love?" He asked as he entered their bedroom with a bowl of chicken noodle soup he had made for her. He smiled at her obvious glow, the way her hair framed her round face as she was sat upright in their bed, the white sheet concealing her legs and her robe still clung to her shoulders. I'm so fucking lucky.
"Somewhat," She shook her head, smiling at him as he entered the room, setting the bowl on the side table before getting a pillow to sit on her lap so she could eat in bed. "Thank you, babe."
"Are you comfortable?"
She nodded, leaning her head against his lips as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He frowned as she tried to eat, not able to eat the entire bowl even though it was probably the best chicken soup she had ever had. Sorry, mom, but Simon makes really good soup.
Contractions were now less than five minutes apart and Kiera began to grow nervous. "Babe, I think we need to start getting ready."
"Is-Is it happening?"
"I think so," She sighed, pressing her hand against the side of her belly. "Will you help me take a shower?"
"Of course. How far apart are your contractions?"
"About four minutes, but they're not bad contractions and that worries me. They feel like period cramps. What if it's like second stage or something? Hell, I don't know."
"It's alright, love," He assured her, picking up her phone to look at the app she had been keeping track of her contractions on, seeing that they were averaging at least every three minutes and thirty-eight seconds. "May just be an early warning to get to a hospital before they get worse."
"I hope so. They're just not hunched over and taking me to my knees bad."
His adrenaline was pumping at this point, noticing how his hands were subtly shaking as he took the bowl from her, rushing it into the kitchen and putting the leftover soup into a Tupperware bowl and setting it in the fridge in what he felt was record time before he made his way back to the bedroom, offering his hand for her to grab as he assisted her out of the bed, Kimber sitting at Kiera's feet, nearly tripping on her on her way to the bathroom. "God, my ankles are huge!"
"You'll miss them," He poked. "Those were your all-access pass to unlimited foot rubs."
"Oh, so that's why you always offered foot rubs even before I was pregnant?"
"You know you'll always get them without asking," He shrugged, reaching towards the tub to turn on the shower head before helping her untie her robe. "I think this is going to happen today," He smiled with excitement. "You're glowing more than you have before."
