Free Melt With You: Fated, Book 4 by Karen Erickson Page A

      He looked about the interior of the
ambulance wildly, for what he wasn’t sure.
            Yeah, he was in full on panic mode.
Hustling out of the back of the ambulance, Wes jumped to the ground, glancing
around for a sign of someone. Anyone who could come and help him assist this
poor, laboring woman who was about to deliver a baby into the world.
            Evan
had disappeared, the emergency room doors sliding shut with a quiet swoosh , swallowing him whole. He better
be on the lookout and bring someone back pronto.
            Wes didn’t want to do this alone.
            The woman screamed, the sound ripping through the air. Wes turned and saw that her legs were spread.
She’d somehow torn off her underwear and, Lord help him, his gaze went unerringly to her crotch.
            Saw the dark head peeking out between her
legs.
            His skin went ice cold, and his head swam.
He felt dizzy. Dizzy.   What the hell was wrong with him?
            Gentle fingers touched his forearm and a
sweet-as-honey voice asked, “Do you need help?”
            He glanced down, and the world seemed to
stop. All he saw was her—pretty and petite and with the smile of an angel, an
angel clad in pale blue scrubs.
            Half tempted to bow before her and kiss
her feet, he nodded instead. “She’s about to give birth.”
            “Haven’t you ever assisted a woman in
labor before?” Her voice was calm as she climbed into the back of the ambulance
and checked between the woman’s legs. “Oh, dear. He’s
coming right now, isn’t he?”
            “How’d you know it’s a boy?” The woman
stopped her huffing and puffing and grunting and groaning to stare at the angel
nurse in awe.
            “Oh,
I know these things.” His newfound angel gently pushed the hem of the woman’s
dress up to her hips and then rested her hands on the inside of the woman’s
knees. “I deliver babies all the time. I think with a couple of pushes, you’ll
have that boy in your arms, no problem.”
            Relief flooded Wes and he leaned against
the edge of the truck, watching the nurse work with quiet, calm efficiency. It
was as if she’d fallen into his lap. A labor and delivery nurse—he couldn’t
have asked for anyone better.
            “Okay, I don’t want you to push. I want
you to wait until you feel the next contraction, all right?” Her measured tone
calmed even him down. She turned, her pale blue gaze meeting his and it was as
if he’d been zapped by a bolt of lightning. “Do you have any gloves?”
            “Of course.” He
scrambled back into the ambulance and assisted her, giving her what she needed
as she asked for it. Watched with silent awe when she snapped on the gloves and
checked the baby, then skimmed her fingers over the woman’s massive belly.
            “I can feel the contraction,” she murmured,
her fingers at the bottom slope of the woman’s protruding stomach. “Now push.
Work with the contraction, don’t fight it.” The woman closed her eyes and
pushed with all her might, no more grunting, hardly any sound coming from her
whatsoever. The complete calm that had come over the ambulance and everyone
inside it signaled an almost majestic event.
            The baby spilled out and into the hands of
his angelic nurse. She cleaned the little red bundle’s mouth and nose, her
movements efficient and quick. The baby let forth a rusty squall, and she set
him on his mother’s chest.
            “We
were right. It’s a boy.”
            The new mother touched the baby’s head
with wonder, tears springing into her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered to the
nurse, her voice raw. The baby stopped squirming, and she cradled her newborn
son in her arms.
            “You’re welcome.” The nurse smiled,
dimples appearing in each cheek, and Wes couldn’t help but feel moved by the
entire