Chapter 90

"What!" I shriek. How the hell does Calla expect us to deliver her baby? "Liam, I have no clue what to do. Is this karma? Is this God being like, 'Hey, you guys had sex so now I'm making you witness birth'!" I spew, but to be honest, I have no clue what I'm saying or where I'm going with it. Shakily, I run a hand through my hair and try to calm myself down. Liam reassures me with a forced smile and a lingering kiss. I'm going to deliver a baby. Okay, you can do this, I tell myself as I enter again. Jeremy flees once he sees me and Lance is as still as freaking rock as he sits behind Calla. She groans and withers and palms her stomach. This is karma, this has to be karma. I remember science class and the horribly graphic videos of birth. But those births were all in hospitals, though once I watched a woman give birth in the wild naturally. I don't know how any of it is going to help me. "I need drugs," Calla moans. Her head lowers on Lance's chest.