Beverly's Rebirth (A novella) (Six Saviors Series Book 4) by Carly Fall Page A

sexy right now,” she said.
    “Hmmm . . . that’s too bad. You may not be feeling very sexy, but to me, you are scorching hot,” he said, grinding his hips into her behind. “I mean, honey, you’ve got me on fire back here.”
    “Oh, stop it,” she chastised, but she smiled.
    Hudson nuzzled her neck, still swaying to the music, when Cohen came in.
    “Hey, guys, get a room.”
    “My kitchen, Cohen. And if I want to dance and tell my mate how bad she cranks me up, then I will.”
    Beverly smacked his hand, and he kissed her flushed cheek.
    Cohen rolled his eyes. “Are you cooking tonight, or am I on my own?”
    Hudson, Beverly, and Cohen were the only three in the silo. Jovan and Talin had gone to Canada to follow up on a possible lead on Colonist activity, and Abby and Noah had decided to take a few days of R&R and took a trip to a resort in Tucson. Rayner and Faith were up in Flagstaff meeting with some of the Navajo elders from Faith’s Native American tribe. All had been waiting on pins and needles for the baby to arrive, but they finally decided they wouldn’t miss anything if they were gone for a day or two.
    After much discussion, Beverly and Hudson had decided that Beverly would give birth at home. It was risky, but they felt that it was for the best. Abby had been born looking like a normal human, but there was a possibility of this baby coming out with glowing, yellow eyes. Even a good case of jaundice couldn’t explain that one away.
    After a lot of research, B everly had decided on a water birth, and they had hauled in a birthing pool down to the gym. Beverly, being an ex-doctor, had talked to Cohen about birthing procedures and things that could go wrong. Hudson had no idea what had been said as he had sat out on that little chat. The thought of Cohen seeing Beverly naked made his teeth clench so hard he felt like they would crack.
    They had attended natural birthing classes together where Beverly learned different breathing techniques and self-hypnosis. Hudson quickly realized there wasn ’t much for him to do except to be the cheerleader, the back rubber, and the comforter.
    During one session, he ’d struck up a conversation with another male who was waiting for kid number two.
    “ All this stuff they’re telling you about how it’s supposed to go? It doesn’t work that way. The only one who’s in charge is the baby. And all this quiet, natural bullshit this instructor is spewing? Forget it. Man, my wife cursed me a new one during the delivery of the first kid.”
    Hudson couldn ’t see his sweet Beverly cursing and screaming, especially at him, so he had dismissed that conversation.
    Hudson felt like they were prepared.
    “I’ll whip something up later,” Hudson said. “What do you feel like eating for dinner, Bev?”
    She shrugged. “For some reason, your homemade chicken potpie sounds really good. And a peanut butter sandwich.”
    “Seriously? Chicken potpie and a peanut butter sandwich?” Cohen asked with a hint of disgust crossing his face.
    “If that’s what she wants, that’s what’s for dinner, Cohen.”
    Cohen gave a brief smile. “Sounds great. Can’t wait.” He turned and left.
    Hudson turned Beverly so they were face to face. “Do you need a backrub, honey?”
    Beverly smiled. “That sounds wonderful.”
    Hudson threw his arm over her shoulder and walked over to the elevator with Beverly tucked in next to him.
    When the steel doors parted, they stepped in. Hudson kissed the top of Beverly’s head. “After your backrub, why don’t we see if we can get labor started?”
    “The baby is due in two weeks, Hudson. We don’t want labor to start. And besides, how do you propose we do that?”
    Hudson grinned. He had read in one of the many books they purchased that a good orgasm could get labor going, and frankly he was ready. He wanted to meet his kid. Now. He secretly hoped for a girl. Why, he didn’t know. It was probably some fucked-up transference he was