Chapter Fourteen
Drew
You can do this.
You can!
“Ewww, what is that?” I complained, when goo ran over my hand as I sliced and diced at the sweats.
“How do I know?” Ricky muttered, not looking at where my hands were with the scissors, but at Burke while he rubbed at his belly.
“It’s baby goo,” Burke panted, rolling his body making it harder to be careful with the scissors.
“Can you hold still for a moment?” Sweaty with the effort of trying to keep the metal away from his skin was worse than the one time I’d considered exercise would be fun. It wasn’t!
“You try… and… keep still… when two… humans want to force themselves… out your ass.”
My thighs squeezed together right along with my ass cheeks at the visual. Okay, when he put it like that, maybe not.
I took a deep breath and bobbed and weaved with him, releasing a triumphant cry when I got them free, only for my gaze to land on his spread thighs, getting the full picture of what was happening. Again, why had I been upset to miss this with Tim?
I swallowed back the bile burning the back of my throat, because puking over Burke was not something on my to do list.
Where are you? I need you. That, I sent directly to Goliath.
When I got nothing, I shook my head, thinking about the conversation I was going to have with my stalk about blocking me. Everyone else was fine. Me, most definitely not. And I would make sure to make that point as soon as he took me home.
“Why are you thinking about sex when my mate is giving birth,” Ricky asked, scowling at me.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, although I wasn’t because this bunch had tortured me.
He huffed and rolled his eyes.
“When you two have quite finished,” Burke ground out through clenched teeth as he stilled, sweat slicking his curls to his head. “Is the doc coming?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Of course he is. Glass has gone to get him,” Ricky replied at the same time.
“Ohhhhhh damnnnnn,” Burke cried, “it hurtssssss.”
Ricky’s distress was there in his eyes, despite that, I couldn’t feel it through the link we had.
“You got this, my ballsy bull. Just think, soon you’ll have our calves in your arms.”
“I hate you,” Burke said with a passion that made Ricky wince.
“No you don’t.” He kissed Burke softly on the lips, pushing back the curls. “I love you.”
“Not fair,” he panted.
I bit my lip to hold back my laughter when Ricky didn’t appear repentant. Then the laughter died at the dollop of goo that hit my leg after I bounced off the soil.
Ewww. This really is gross.
You wait for your turn. Burke didn’t glare at me, but I felt it in his words.
I’m not doing this… ever!
Yeah, right.
“Glass just pulled up,” Maximus shouted from the kitchen door.
The coward was hiding in the kitchen!
I’m having a crisis of my own. The parcel is splitting!
Yikes. Sorry.
The sound of boots hitting wood at a fast pace brought my gaze to the potato running around the side of the house.
“When you’re done with Burke, my parcel needs you,” Maximus said as Doc Picker ran toward us, medical bag in hand.
He didn’t stop. “You lot like drama,” he exclaimed breathlessly, coming to a stop next to Burke.
I stifled the giggle because it was all hysteria. “We do.”
“Right, let's see what’s happening here.”
Burke twisted his head toward Doc Picker. “Babies… that’s what we… got here!”
Doc Picker chuckled. “It doesn’t seem like you’ve lost your sense of humor.” He got down in the dirt. “Let’s see where we are up to.”
I took that as my cue to move away, Burke had other ideas and grabbed my hand, squeezing. The noises he made had the protest dying on my lips. I kept my gaze from his lower body. “Where’s a singing stalk when you need one?”
“No, we do not need that,” Ricky said around a groan when Tim started singing in the house.
“I kinda like it,” Doc Picker mumbled from his crouched position. And in my opinion, way too close to what was happening.
“Speak for yourself,” Burke grumbled in the couple of seconds he seemed to get every now and again before he was back to writhing in the dirt.
The wet patch getting bigger on the soil made me consider it would need getting rid of when they’d finished, because…
“Do you feel the need to push?”
Doc’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I glanced at Burke, and then Ricky who made a squeaking noise like that of a terrified mouse.
Burke didn’t answer, just nodded.
“Then let nature do its thing. Go with what your body wants.”
“It’s that or the pole!”
Doc looked at Ricky, frowning. “Pole?”
“Long story.”
Giggles burst out of me, the hysteria winning out.
“Not funny,” Burke moaned.
“I know,” I said around the next bout of giggles.
“This looks like where all the action is happening,” Glass murmured from somewhere behind me.
“You should come closer, cause you're next.”
“Maybe, but you’ll get your turn too!” he was real quick to point out to me.
“Behave…” I called back at him, twisting to look over my shoulder, only to see Goliath standing there at the back door.
The rest I was about to add died at the look of awe I could see as he came down into the garden holding two of the stalks from the parcel. “Look at these cuties,” he murmured softly.
Yep, they were adorable, granted. Except the giant stalk looking all kinds of gorgeous carefully holding the babies, held all my attention when I captured his thoughts.
You want children? Asking was silly because I felt his need, yet I wanted him to say it.
His gaze moved from the babies he held, to me, a soft smile warmed my heart. Little llamas like you, yes, please.
I sighed, knowing I wouldn’t refuse the giant stalk when he looked at me like that. My damn womb was already on board. Alright, but we’re only doing this once. My gaze traveled back to Burke’s red, sweaty, pain-filled face.
Once was more than any llama should have to deal with!