Wish (Men of Inked Sinners #4)

Prologue

ZOEY

Whoever says childbirth is beautiful is wrong.

I begged my sister to let me be in the delivery room with her. She even made me get on my knees before she finally caved and said yes.

I thought it was going to be magical, something like I’ve seen in the movies. But nope. Not even a little bit—unless the movie is a gruesome horror film.

“Ma, maybe we should stand over there.” I point to the chairs near the top of the bed, instead of the end where we’re standing.

I’ve seen my sister’s body before, but never, and I mean never, have I seen every single inch of her girl parts on full freaking display. And the number of people coming in and out of her room while she’s wide open is shocking and horrifying.

“No, honey. I want to watch my first grandbaby be born,” Mom says, gripping my hand tighter to keep me from moving. “This is so beautiful.”

“Delusional,” I mutter under my breath.

“Zoey,” Mom chastises me, sounding exactly like she did when I was a little kid mouthing off. “What’s not beautiful about this?”

Well, for starters, her hairy bush. At least that’s how I want to answer, but I’m not dumb enough to speak those words aloud. My mom is sweet, but I think that would’ve earned me a smack to the back of the head. So instead, I say, “Are you serious? Maybe you need glasses.”

I’m pushing it now. I know I am, but I can’t help myself. I’m acting like a child, but this is traumatizing on so many levels.

But this has made me realize I am never having a baby.