It Goes On - Book l

Landon Foster MacTavish

Simon's Point of View:

"Dad!"

Who the fuck is yelling for me at this time of night? Grumpy or not, I jolted awake, my arm immediately laying over Kiera as a force of habit when I felt I was in a stressful situation. My eyes felt like they were glazed over, and I immediately knew that I was in a deep sleep. "Dad! Wake up!" It didn't take me long to realize that the person yelling at me was none other than my own son.

And for him to be awake at two in the morning was a complete shock. The lad was like a grandpa when it came to his bedtime. "What in the bloody hell is going on?"

"I think Johnny and Teeter are playing Big Chief. She won't stop screaming."

"Won't you put in headphones--? Oh, fuck!" I jolted up, throwing the sheet off of me and forcing my feet under me.

"Go, go, go!" Baler shouted, running behind me down the hall, the sound of Teeter's groans of agony echoing throughout the hallway.

"Johnny! We're coming in!"

"Who?" He shouted before I heard a thud from the other side of the door. I didn't waste any time and opened the door anyway, and not only did I see Johnny lying on the floor, clear that he had slipped and fell on his own feet, the bloke clearly not realizing that socks, hardwood floors, and running aren't a good combination. "Bleedin' Jesus." He groaned, cupping his head.

"You broken?"

"No."

I shook my head as I helped him up, my eyes laying upon Teeter who was sweating profusely in the bed. From my own experience with watching childbirth, I immediately knew that she was in active labor and her water had broken. "We need to get to the hospital, L.T."

"Uh... I don't think that's a good idea," Baler sighed. "There's inches of snow all over the ground and it's still snowing. Weather was calling for more ice tonight."

"G-Get K, Johnny!" She shouted at him.

"Does mom know how to deliver a baby?" Baler asked, the context of his question being that if she had assisted before, but I couldn't help but answering sarcastically.

"You tell me, lad. She's had two and has another on the way," I scoffed. "You should go to your room. You don't need to see this."

"I'm going to go wake up nana. She told me she used to be a nurse."

"Okay. Johnny, I'll be right back." I sighed, my strides long as I hastily made my way back to our bedroom, slowly taking the sheet off of Kiera's shoulders so I could easily wake her up.

"Love? I need you to wake up for me."

"Hm?" She hummed, those eyes opening up slowly to look up at me, licking her lips from dryness before she recognized the worry on my face. "What is it? Is it the kids?" She began to panic, and that's the last thing I wanted her to do.

"Not our kids, love."

"What's wrong?"

"I need you to tap into your old military medic ways—"

"That was nearly ten years ago?"

"I'm sure it's like riding a bike. Teeter's too far into labor to get her to the hospital and I'm not risking getting into a wreck to get her there because Johnny can't drive with that hole in his head---"

"Oh, my God!" She gasped, immediately rushing to her feet, leaving me behind as she ran through the bedroom door, immediately running towards the guest bathroom to get fresh towels and a medical kit. "Go get my mom!"