Free Every Beat Of My Heart: The Sullivans (Wedding Novella) by Bella Andre Page B

“Have you started having any contractions yet?”
    “I’ve had quite a few Braxton-Hicks cramps over the past week, so I figured that was all they were today too. Especially since I’m still two weeks away from my due date.”
    Grace and Dylan had Mason already, so Grace wasn’t a novice to childbirth. Still, the second baby often had a way of coming faster than you expected.
    “How far apart are your contractions?” Claudia asked.
    Grace opened her mouth to answer, then winced instead as another contraction hit her. “Maybe two, three minutes,” she finally replied.
    Dylan looked stunned. “If I’d known you were in labor this whole time—”
    Now that the pain had passed, Grace calmly put her hand on her husband’s cheek and said, “I didn’t even know. And I’ve done this bef—” She hadn’t quite gotten out the full sentence before another contraction hit.
    “That’s a heck of a lot faster than two minutes,” Dylan’s sister, Mia, noted.
    “Marcus, Nicola,” Ford, Mia’s husband, called out, “we’re going to need a doctor.”
    “I’m already on hold with the hospital.” Nicola moved closer, a cell phone up to her ear. “They’ve just paged the on-call doctor. And Marcus is getting a bedroom ready.” She grinned at Grace and Dylan. “This is so exciting! Why don’t I take you both inside?”
    “Mommy”—Mason tugged at Grace’s skirt—“are you going to have the baby now?”
    Dylan lifted his little boy up and smooched him on the cheek. “We sure are.”
    “Yes!” Mason pumped his fist. He clearly couldn’t wait to be a big brother. “It’s taken forever .”
    Tatiana Landon, Ian’s fiancée, held out her arms to the little boy. “How about we spend some time having fun together while your mommy and daddy make a beautiful baby brother or sister for you?”
    Just because Tatiana was one of the biggest movie stars in the world didn’t mean she cared one whit about a toddler getting her dress dirty or wrinkled. Neither did Dylan’s brother Ian. Becoming a billionaire hadn’t changed him—he’d always been a great, and protective, older brother.
    “Aunt Mary, Uncle William,” Dylan said, “could you let Rafe, Brooke, Adam, and Kerry know we’d love for them to come up to the house when you see them?”
    “Of course, Dylan.” Mary gave her nephew a hug. He’d met Grace and baby Mason when she had come to interview him for a feature in a boating magazine. It had been love at first sight for all three of them.
    Mason went happily into Tatiana’s arms as Grace and Dylan headed into the house to meet the physician who was on the way. Claudia, Max, Mia, and Ford followed them into the house to help with anything they might need during labor.
    Rafe and Brooke came dashing up a few minutes later, with Adam and Kerry close behind.
    “We heard Grace went into labor.” Brooke looked beyond thrilled by the news.
    “Is there anything we can do to help?” her husband, Rafe, asked.
    Mary thought Brooke and Rafe were utterly sweet together. They’d grown up spending summers next door to each other on a lake in the Pacific Northwest—two kids who had no idea that one day they’d meet again as adults and fall head over heels in love with each other.
    “Everything’s under control,” Mary let them know. “They’ve already got a full crew in Marcus and Nicola’s house, although Dylan would like to have all of you nearby so that you can meet the baby as soon as he or she is born.”
    “I’ve been to literally hundreds of weddings,” Kerry Dromoland said, smiling widely with Adam’s arm tight around her waist, “and I have to say this one is now my all-time favorite.”
    Kerry was one of the top wedding planners on the West Coast—and though Adam had once sworn he’d never fall in love and get married, Mary knew he’d move mountains for his fiancée.
    “Let’s head into the house.” Adam grinned as he added, “Hopefully, there’s still time to convince them to