cradled in his lap to cushion her from the majority of the rough ride, the discomfort was still clearly etched in the tense set of her jaw and the thin line of her pursed lips. Trev couldn’t believe how helpless he felt and how deeply that affected him. The last two contractions she’d had were particularly strong and her skin had started to glow and sparkle with each tightening of her muscles.
After they’d settled her on one of the beds at the clinic, Trev heard a commotion outside the door and sagged in relief as the medical team Angie had summoned strode into the room accompanied by their pack’s physician. They unpacked their equipment with incredible efficiency, but he felt as if someone had tightened steel bands around his chest when he saw they’d brought intensive care equipment for the babies. He pulled the doctor to the side and asked why there were four of everything. The elderly man laughed, “Don’t panic, Trevlon. I’ve been surprised more than once by a baby hiding behind his or her siblings, so I like to be ready. And sometimes equipment doesn’t work like we want it to, so I’ve brought extra.” With that, the elderly doctor moved to Kit’s side. “Well, Kit, I see you have livened things up a bit. Did you forget that I was supposed to leave first thing in the morning for some fun and sun? So let’s see what we can do about getting your sweet babies here all safe and sound, huh? My wife is going to be in a real snit if I don’t take good care of you so I can relax while she spends me into the poor house on vacation.”
Trev and Jameson sighed at Kit’s obvious affection for the elderly doctor they had known their entire lives. He and his wife were members of their pack but didn’t live at the estate. The minute the man sat down on the little stool between Kit’s splayed legs, he and his brother growled deep in their throats. Doc looked up and laughed. “Take it easy you two. Hell, I’m old enough to be her papa and you both know it. Now, places everybody, we have some very special babies to deliver.”
Watching Doc switch from the affable joking fellow they all knew and loved to the all business professional as he examined their mate was unsettling because it was obvious the older man wasn’t altogether pleased with whatever he’d discovered. Standing suddenly, Doc kicked the rolling stool he’d been sitting on behind him and started barking orders like the most jaded drill sergeant. The entire room exploded into a well-orchestrated symphony of precisely choreographed motion.
Chapter Three
A n hour later Trev stood at the side of Kit’s bed and watched the new mama’s eyelids finally drift closed. Her long lashes brushed over the dark circles under her eyes highlighting just how little rest she’d been getting the past few weeks. This pregnancy hadn’t been a particularly easy one for his beautiful mate, but Kit had taken one look at their children and sworn to he and Jameson that it had all been worth it. Holding his daughter in his arms while his twin held their son made every emotion, sound, hell even the colors around them seemed magnified somehow. Trev wasn’t sure he’d ever know how to explain it, but now every worry he’d had about Kit and the babies was more intense than ever.
Letting his mind drift back to the conversation they’d had with Doc in the hall as his team had prepared Kit for childbirth, Trev shuddered. The terror he’d felt had been almost all consuming when Doc had explained that both babies were beginning to show serious signs of distress during each contraction and he was worried about their oxygen levels. Watching Doc deliver a boy and then a girl via C-section less than ten minutes later had brought tears to his eyes. Jameson looked up from watching baby Ryan sleep in his arms and smiled. They’d chosen that name because it meant “little king” and he would indeed one