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22 - Aaron *

Me: Dude. Where the fuck are you?

I don't know where the fuck Callum is, but he better answer his phone or text messages; otherwise, he's going to be one pissed-off motherfucker. Just like I'm about to be if I have to be in this room with his wife, helping Eloise deliver this child of theirs.

I know Callum.

Very well.

He's overly protective of Eloise. And if he knew I was in this room with her, helping her deliver their child, he would come unglued. Not only will he go on a rampage for missing something he's been looking forward to being a part of, but he'll also want to get me alone to kill me for seeing something he doesn't want any other man looking at—his wife's pussy.

Now that Sloane's back in my life, the trauma she's been through, and how I'm trying to help her heal and bring her back to her old self, the last thing she needs is for me to be gone, too.

If Callum threatens to kill me, I'll have to remind him it's his fault for not answering his phone when Eloise first went into labor and tried calling him. Thankfully, I was at the right place at the right time. Had I not seen her holding her belly, hovering over her vehicle, in distress, she probably would've given birth inside her vehicle, in the parking lot outside the grocery store.

It also surprised me that nobody offered to help her or called an ambulance.

So, if he wants to be upset with anyone, he can be angry with himself.

Growing more worried I'd be the one to witness Callum's kid's birth and how he hadn't returned our calls or messages, I sent him another message.

Me: Answer your fucking phone, motherfucking bosshole.

Then, because I was impatient, I called him.

"He's still not answering you?" Eloise asked, fear in her voice.

"No," I said, hanging up the phone when Callum's voicemail came on.

"You better have told him what I said, or I'm buying a voodoo doll that looks like you and do the same to that as what I did to his voodoo doll when he pissed me off."

Freaked out by what she said, I reminded her, "What did I do? I brought you here, didn't I?"

Before Eloise could come unglued on me for not relaying her message to Callum, I sent him another message, warning him. Because she's scaring the living fuck out of me.

Actually, this entire situation is.

I already saw her sister's pussy. The last thing I need to see is my best friend's girl's cunt while watching her deliver their child.

Their child. Not mine. But their's. And I'm sure there's a bro code written somewhere about this particular situation. However, if there isn't, someone needs to write one. Immediately.

Me: Eloise's words, not mine. She also said if you don't answer your phone or return our calls, she's going out looking for another voodoo doll to buy so she could stab the shit out of it. If I were you, you better listen to your wife. She's fucking scaring me...

"Done."

"Thank y—," Eloise started saying, then finished her remark with a scream, crouching forward when she yelled, piercing my ears.

Fuck.

Eloise continuing to cry out in pain is causing me to panic much more the closer she's getting to delivering that baby, and it's driving me to break out in a sweat. Worried, I'll be in this fucking room, holding my best friend's wife's hand while she pushes a human life out of her fucking honey hole—Callum's honey hole.