Southern Admirer (Southern Loving Book 2) Read Free Page B

full labor for 48 hours after their water breaks.”
    “I’d rather have you at the hospital under the
care of doctors and nurses instead of you taking a bath,” he said.
    “Fine…. Get me the towel on the counter,” Jasmine
mumbled.
    “Jazz, don’t be bashful now,” Shane smirked as he
grabbed the towel.
    “Shut up and help me up,” she said, holding out
her hand.
    “If I wasn’t here, who would have helped you?” he
asked, pulling her up. Shane couldn’t take his eyes off Jasmine. Her body was a
wonderland, her juicy perky breasts were bigger than the last time he’d seen
them. Shane lifted his hand to touch her stomach, only to pause in midair.
    “I would have taken a shower and not a bath,” she
said, raising an eyebrow at him. Jasmine saw his hesitation, taking his hand,
she guide it to her stomach. “We’re having a daughter, but I think you already
know that.”
    Shane nodded his head; he was in complete awe as
his hand glided around her hard, round tummy. “Jasmine, words can’t describe
how I feel about fatherhood.” His dark green eyes became hard. “You attempted
to keep me away from my child.”
    At that moment a contraction hit Jasmine hard. If
Shane wasn’t there, she would have surely hit the floor. “I was going to tell
you,” she panted. “I was going to tell you months ago, but I was scared.”
    “We’re going to the hospital.” Shane picked her up
and sat her on the bed.
    “Dress,” she said, pointing to floral printed
dress on the chair.
    Shane dried and dressed Jasmine in seconds. He
picked her up like she weighed next to nothing and carried her to his car,
securing her in the back seat while he ran back into the house to retrieve the
overnight bag.
    Jasmine’s heart nearly stopped when she witnessed
him picking up her cell phone. “What are you doing?” She was so fearful that he
was calling her family. “I told you I will tell them later.”
    “Be quiet, Jazz,” Shane said, looking at her in
the rearview mirror. He scanned her contacts for until he found OBYGN. “Dr.
Matthews… I’m bringing in Jasmine St. Clair. Her contractions are nine minutes
apart.”
    Jasmine blew a sigh of relief when he hung up, for
a split second she thought he was calling her family.
    “We’re not going to argue about this right now,”
Shane said, pulling into Porter Adventist Hospital. He stepped out the car and
handed the valet the keys to the car, Jasmine was already out of the car by the
time Shane came around to help her.
    Jasmine knew she was in full labor; her
contractions were coming in harder and quicker. What happen to nine minutes
apart? Did those baby books mention the pain and discomfort besides the back
and belly? For crying out loud her legs were hurting too. Jasmine let out a
scream, as her nails dug into his arm.
    A valet attendee brought them a wheelchair. The
next ten minutes everything was a blur for Shane and Jasmine. They were taken
up to labor and delivery. Shane tried his best to fill out the necessary
paperwork.
    “Can you give her something for the pain?” Shane
asked, looking over at Jasmine as she writhed uncontrollably in agonizing,
excruciating pain.
    “I feel like I have to poo,” Jasmine whined.
    “Can you page the doctor?” one nurse said to
another. “Jasmine, you don’t have to poo, that’s the baby.”
    “I think I have to poo,” Jasmine panted, with a
panicky look on her face. “If I do, I want him out,” she said, looking at
Shane. There was no way she was going to allow him to witness her using the
bathroom.
    “I’m not leaving,” Shane said as he finished
registering her into the hospital.
    “Okay Dad, we need you to coach your wife,” the
nurse said, looking at him.
    “He’s not my husband,” Jasmine snapped at the
nurse, and instantly felt bad. “I’m sorry.”
    “It’s okay, dear.” The nurse smiled.
    Shane read a few labor and delivery books on the
plane from Aruba, but he didn’t know where to start. “You need