Sawyer (Alluring Indulgence #7)(16)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Not that Kennedy had any idea how that worked, nor did she particularly care to know.

“They won’t tell us that, either,” Brendon said, gripping the back of Kennedy’s seat like a five-year-old who was anxious to get to the toy store. She was tempted to question them on whether they were wearing their seat belts or not. She decided against it.

“Not that it really matters,” Braydon explained, his head popping up beside hers through the middle of the two front seats.

Drunk, these two really were like a couple of little boys.

“Why doesn’t it matter?” Kennedy asked, finding she was actually enjoying the conversation.

“’Cause they’re both gonna be daddies.”

True. Kennedy could understand that.

“So y’all don’t know the sex of the baby and y’all don’t know who the father is. Are you sure she’s actually havin’ the baby tonight?”

“Yep,” they both answered in unison.

Well, then, it was a good thing they were about two minutes from the hospital.

“Do y’all know where to go when you get there?” she asked, stopping at a red light.

“Nope. We were hopin’ you were gonna show us.”

Kennedy wasn’t sure why they would think she would know where they were supposed to go.

When the light turned green, she hit the gas and Brendon flopped back against the seat, releasing hers in the process, causing her to bounce forward.

The sign for the hospital came up and she tried to read the information, but it went by too fast. She turned in at the light and headed toward the emergency room entrance. Maybe someone in there could help the twins get to where they needed to go.

A cell phone chimed from the backseat, and the next thing she knew, Braydon was leaning forward, holding his phone up. She glanced down at the screen but couldn’t read it, so she put her eyes back on the road. “What does it say?”

“Women’s Center,” Braydon said, the smell of beer lingering on his breath.

This was going to be interesting. Too bad she wasn’t going to be there to see it.

“There’s a sign,” Brendon said, his hand flying up beside her head, pointing directly in front of them.

Kennedy passed the emergency room entrance and followed the sign to the Women’s Center. She took a left at the back of the building and came to another entrance. This time she stopped.

“All right, boys. Looks like y’all made it.”

“Come on, Kennedy. You know you wanna see the football,” Brendon taunted, sounding very much like a five-year-old, which made her laugh again.

These two really were something else.

“Park the car. You can leave once you see her,” Braydon stated.

“Now it’s a girl, huh?” she asked, putting her foot on the gas when she realized there was a set of headlights behind her. She didn’t want to hold up traffic in front of the hospital doors.

She caught a glimpse of an empty parking spot and pulled into it in order to get out of the way.

“Awesome,” Braydon drawled. “Now come on. Let’s go check it out.”

“Now it’s an it, huh?” Brendon said, mimicking her last comment, and doing a pretty damn good impression of her voice, if she did say so herself.

Resigning herself to getting these two grown men to where they needed to be, Kennedy unbuckled her seat belt and climbed out of the car when Brendon opened her door for her. She was barely out of the way when he shut it, not even allowing her enough time to grab her purse. But then he took her arm and it didn’t matter because she had two choices: run to keep up with them or be dragged by Brendon.

The three of them barreled through the main doors in the same fashion the twins had come out of the bar, skidding to a halt in front of a reception desk where a little gray-haired woman sat. Her eyes widened as she looked up at them, her gaze sliding over each of their faces before she said, “Can I help you?”

“We need to go where they deliver the footb—”

Kennedy elbowed Brendon in the gut, effectively shutting him up before she told the woman that they were looking for labor and delivery.

“What’d you hit me for?” Brendon asked, holding his stomach as they took off down the hall in the direction the woman had pointed them.

“’Cause I’m sure she thought you were crazy enough. Didn’t need to have her callin’ someone for a straitjacket. I’m pretty sure they don’t deliver footballs at this hospital.”

“Good call,” Brendon said seriously.

They found the waiting room for labor and delivery and Kennedy was just about to turn and head in the opposite direction when Lorrie and Curtis came toward her, calling her name.