everyone heard over the music and the DJ cut that off quickly. “You have thirty seconds to be out that door, or we will put you out my way. You don’t want that, trust me.”
Everyone began to move silently, but rushed out the door because they could see Bryce meant his words. Amanda, who Isa could see was re-thinking her actions, grabbed her throw and tried to pass him. Bryce stopped her with one hand to the shoulder.
“Not you. You get to go for a special ride,” Bryce’s said. “David, call the police and the reporters who can get here in ten minutes or less. Let’s see if the rags will love a picture of the debutante being arrested at my home for breaking and entering.”
“Bryce, darling, this was for you,” Amanda said sweetly. “Let’s not do anything rash.”
“When did I ever tell you I wanted people invading my privacy? Even better question, when did we talk?” Bryce asked.
“We kissed,” Amanda whined.
“No, you kissed me, and lady, it was not pleasant,” Bryce snarled. He pointed at Isa. “Then to come into my home, harass my fiancée, who could have twins at any time. You are lucky you are only getting arrested and I don’t throttle you! How the hell do you know where I live?”
“Darling, anyone who is anyone knows where you live. It was easy information to get,” Amanda purred.
“Well forget my fucking address,” Bryce said angrily.
The Braxton-Hicks contraction came again and, this time, it was more pain. Isa gasped and held onto the wall as she clutched her stomach.
Bryce was instantly at her side. “Isa, are you okay?”
It was like feeling a pop and then a rush of fluid soaked her underwear and pajama bottoms and ran down her legs.
Isa looked up at Bryce in alarm. “I don’t think I’m okay, my water just broke.”
“Holy shit!” Bryce said in a panic. “What do we do?”
“Eww, she made a puddle on the floor.” Amanda wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Is that...urine? Ugh, I may hurl.”
“Shut up!” Bryce and Isa shouted together.
The both looked at David, who very rarely said anything, and he smiled. “Call your Dr. Allary and then we drive to the hospital.”
“Yes, we do that.” Bryce nodded.
“After she takes a shower,” David added.
“Take care of her and get her gone, will you, David?” Bryce indicated Amanda as he led Isa upstairs. He kissed Isa’s temple. “Don’t worry, baby, we can do this.”
“Yes, we can.” Isa smiled up at him.
Bryce helped her into the shower and, as she washed, she listened to him tell the doctor she was on her way to the hospital. Isa dressed in loose pajamas and, by the time they came downstairs, the house was empty. Isa assumed that David chose to give Amana a break from the press after all and she was happy about that. She didn’t want flashing lights and being chased by reporters to ruin the birth of their children.
David opened the car door as they came down the steps. “The New Orleans Police Department has your unwanted guest.”
“You saved her from the paparazzi?” Isa asked, and winced. “Oh boy, I think I’m having contractions, Bryce.”
“Let’s get her in the car,” David said. “Oh, and no, I directed the reporters down to the police station. I figured the press here wouldn’t be welcomed.”
Isa nodded gratefully as she slid into the seats. “David, thank you.”
“Not at all, Miss.” He inclined his head before he closed the door to the limo and went to the front.
The engine revved and he pulled away from the curb slowly. Bryce held her hand and caressed her skin as they drove. She felt nauseous and closed her eyes, leaning back against the leather of the seat and breathing through her mouth. Another contraction took hold when they were halfway to the hospital. The intensity of it made her cry out as her stomach tightened and the pain rolled across her in waves.
“What can I do?” Bryce asked urgently.
“Nothing unless you want me to bite you. You know
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