Chapter 23

4.55pm.

I'm back in the living room, now on my knees, leaning on the exercise ball, groaning; sweat trickling down my face.

I'm wearing a strappy top that doesn't cover my bump, and a pair of Dean's boxers.

Don't judge me! I'm pregnant, and they're comfy!

I've been in labour for over 5 hours and my contractions are every 4 minutes and lasting over 90 seconds.

Make this stop please!

Someone make this go away!

All through my labour my wolf has been murmuring encouraging words; trying to ease my pain and panic.

"Baby, I'm home!" Dean shouts from the hallway; the front door shutting.

Just then, another contraction hits me hard, making me cry out.

"Holy fucker!" I scream.

I hear Dean's footsteps as he races in.

"Shit! Lizzie, you should've called me!" He throws his briefcase on the sofa and pulls off his jacket, rushing over, a phone to his ear.

I whimper, "Dean! It hurts!"

"I know baby. Everything's gonn