Sated and grinning like idiots, they finally stumbled back into the house to the shrieking of an angry she-wolf.
"You bastards! You planted these basketballs inside me. I am going rip your dicks off. Ooooh!"
Francine turned wide eyes to her mates who shrugged sheepishly.
Mitchell turned red. "Um, in the heat of the moment, did we forget to mention Naomi went into labor?"
And that was the last coherent thing anybody said for a while as the family took turns holding Naomi's hand, enduring her punishing grip when she freaked and demanded her men leave. Not that Ethan or Javier went far. They paced the hallway, their faces tight with anxiety, but not willing to miss the birth of their children no matter how pissed their delicate freakn' flower was at the moment.
During one of her periods with her BFF, as Francine mopped her brow, Naomi stopped groaning long enough to say, "So, tell me. Was it good?"