by Alexa Riley
“PD’s requested possible medical assistance and EMS doesn’t have an available truck yet. We’re closest, so we win,” Gullotti continued because they’d been talking sports and he figured they hadn’t been paying attention to the radio. And he was right.
“Possible medical assistance?” Jeff Porter looked at Gavin and shook his head. “They don’t even know if they need help yet?”
“A woman screaming somewhere in the building is all they know, although a second caller reports there is a very pregnant woman who lives on the third floor and it sounds more like pain screaming than fear screaming.”
Chris Eriksson, who did the driving, pulled to the curb while the LT was talking, coming to a stop behind Engine 59. There were several cruisers there already, and Gavin could see a couple of officers standing in front of the building. The firefighters gathered, looking for an update, and Gavin rolled his eyes at Grant Cutter, who looked as annoyed by this lunch delay as he was. They were the two youngest guys in the three-story brick fire station that housed L-37 and E-59 so, even though they hadn’t known each other before they landed assignments there, they’d become the best of friends. They’d gotten pretty good at nonverbal communication.
They were held up at the front door until more information came through and the reason for the screaming was confirmed. Police officers had located a woman in labor in the hallway on the third floor and she was not happy about this detour in her birthing plan.
Gavin hustled up the stairs, the other guys on his heels—though some were closer than others. If they could get her down to the ground floor by the time EMS arrived, it increased her chances of giving birth in the hospital. Or at least in the ambulance, which wasn’t ideal but was better than having her baby delivered on a floor by firefighters.
He reached the top of the stairs first, with Grant right behind him. Aidan Hunt and Scott Kincaid from E-59 were right there too, but Gavin had the most advanced and recent first aid training, so he took the lead.
The police officer who had been talking to the woman stood as the firefighters approached, the relief so plain on his face it would have been comical under other circumstances. “Her name’s Kelly. She wants us to take her to the hospital, but she can’t move and she refuses to let us help her up.”
The officer was young, and Gavin assumed he was still pretty fresh if he hadn’t yet figured out that sometimes you couldn’t let the terrified people in pain be the ones in charge. You couldn’t make them do anything they didn’t want to do, but there were ways of being persuasive and exuding calm and confidence helped.
Ignoring him, Gavin dumped his coat on the floor before kneeling next to the woman and taking her hand in his, giving it a squeeze. She looked at him, her eyes wide with fear and pain, and he gave her a warm smile. “My name’s Gavin and I’m with the fire department.”
“I should have...more time.” She could barely get the words out through panicked breaths. “First babies are supposed to take forever. My husband. He’s at work and...it’ll take him almost an hour to get to the hospital.”
He wasn’t going to make it to the hospital in time. She probably wasn’t even going to make it to the hospital in time, but he wasn’t going to tell her that right now. He didn’t need a cuff to tell him her blood pressure was jacked up, and that wasn’t good for her or for the baby.
“I need you to calm down for me, Kelly.”
“Calm down? I can feel this baby. I’m going to have my baby in this stupid, ugly hallway.”
“You can feel the baby? Try to describe exactly how that feels right now.” He felt like an idiot saying it, but feeling the baby could mean she felt increased pressure, or it might mean she literally felt the baby exiting the birth canal and that made everything a lot more urgent.
“Like if I stop clenching my muscles, a bowling ball will fall out of me.”
“Okay, so the good news is that means the baby’s probably still in there, but probably not for much longer.”
Her fingers biting into his arm so hard he expected her nails to perforate his skin gave him a few seconds’ heads-up before she wailed again. Gavin winced against the sound and the grip on his arm, wishing he’d kept the thick turnout coat on, but he did his best to keep his voice comforting and calm as he gave her breathing instructions she either couldn’t hear or couldn’t follow.
When the contraction passed, he led with the important stuff. How far along she was. No gestational diabetes. No preeclampsia, or any other complications anticipated by her doctor.
Then another contraction hit her and by the timing and the severity, he knew they were pretty much out of time. Kelly was probably having this baby on the hallway floor, and he needed to make sure things looked copacetic down below.
The wailing stopped, but the grip on his arm didn’t loosen. “I need to push.”
“Pant through it and do not push.” When she tried to look away, he moved his head to keep his face in her line of vision. “I need to look and see what’s going on first. If it’s time, then you’ll push. But we don’t want to push before the little one’s ready.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I do not want a hot guy seeing my vagina like this.”
He knew it would only be a matter of minutes before she didn’t care if her vagina went viral on the internet as long as the baby came out. “I could put out a call for an ugly firefighter to assist and see who shows up.”
“Oh!” Scott Kincaid snapped his fingers. “That guy from Haz Mat. What’s his name? You know, the one who looks like he did the Snapchat face-switch thing with an English mastiff.”
Kelly actually managed a smile, which Gavin took as a good sign. The smile was a little pinched and he could tell by her eyes she was still in a lot of pain, but at least she wasn’t in a full-blown panic anymore.
“I don’t think we can wait anymore, Kelly.”
She nodded, and in a matter of seconds, the other guys were lined up, facing away and holding their coats up in an effort to give her some semblance of privacy. Somebody tossed him a blanket and he was able to help her roll so he could spread it under her before pulling on a pair of gloves.
“Do you know if you’re having a boy or a girl?” he asked, trying to keep her distracted from the fact he was peeling her leggings off.
“No, we wanted to be surprised.” She snorted. “This isn’t exactly what we meant.”
And, holy shit, they were about to be surprised. He looked up from between her legs, looking for back-up or help or anything. Some of the guys had kids already, so surely they were more qualified to deliver babies. They’d probably cut umbilical cords and everything.
Where the fuck is EMS? He almost said the words out loud, but at the last second realized that wouldn’t do much for Kelly’s newfound and fragile calm, so he gave his mouth’s filter a few seconds to kick in before addressing Gullotti. “Hey, LT, can you get an updated ETA on EMS?”
“They’re one minute out.”
* * *
“Hey, try not to push any firefighters down the stairs this time, okay?”
“It was one time, Tony.” Cait Tasker reached between the seats to get a couple of blue gloves from the dispenser mounted on the back wall of the ambulance cab and snapped them on as her partner pulled up behind a fire truck. “And that was an accident.”
“So you’ve said, multiple times. Hell, I’m pretty sure you said it twice before he even hit the landing.”
“Funny.” She grabbed her bag and headed toward the door of the building, leaving Tony Colarusso—her partner of four years—to grab the OB kit since it sounded like they’d probably need it. Dispatch was also sending a paramedic, but it was going to be a few minutes.
A police officer was holding the door open for her and she nodded her thanks as she passed through. The first flight of stairs was no sweat, but she felt the weight of the bag by the time she re
ached the second. Another officer was standing there, and he pointed off to his right.
Not that she needed any help finding the commotion. The reported screaming had stopped, but there was a gaggle of firefighters in the hall. Or a herd or a flock or whatever you’d call a bunch of guys holding turnout gear, standing around and doing nothing.
They parted to let her through, and she saw the back of the firefighter kneeling between the patient’s legs. And his back was all Cait needed to see to know it was Gavin Boudreau.
That freaking cowlick.
They crossed paths occasionally, and there was something about the man that got under her skin. The first time they’d been on the same scene—a minor MVA involving a confused tourist going the wrong way up a one-way street—she’d gotten sucked in by his good looks and quick humor. She’d been working up the nerve to ask him if he wanted to grab a coffee or a drink sometime when he’d called her ma’am.
Not only had she not asked him out, but every time she saw him, she remembered the ma’am. It made her feel old and these days, she didn’t need any help feeling older than her years.
Gavin glanced over his shoulder and as soon as he caught sight of Cait, he moved to the woman’s other side and gave an update—including the patient’s name and what vital info he had—as he moved.
Then Kelly grabbed a fistful of Gavin’s shirt and pulled so hard, she almost yanked him down on top of herself. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I just need to get out of Cait’s way so she can take over. She’s better at delivering babies than I am.”
He knew her name. Why that should stand out to her in their current situation, she didn’t know, but she noticed it and was surprised. “Kelly, he can stay by your head, but I need room for my partner.”
“By my head, like a husband,” Kelly said with a short, breathless laugh.
“You should at least buy me dinner first.” He moved toward Kelly’s shoulder without letting go of her hand.
Cait ignored him as she moved into the position he’d vacated. It was baby time.
“I want my husband,” Kelly said, and her face began to crumple as tears welled in her eyes. But before the crying could begin in earnest, her face paled and her eyes widened. Her sharp intake of breath held a note of panic, like a sour musical tone, and Cait blocked out everything but the baby crowning between her patient’s legs.
Tony was next to her, ready to take and assess the infant. It went as smoothly as unplanned labor on a hallway floor could go, and by the time the paramedic arrived, Kelly had a squirming, fussy bundle of baby boy on her chest. Though it was a busy day for EMS and there were a lot fewer paramedics than EMTs, they always tried to transport newborns with them in case they needed advanced medical care.
Phil had a rookie EMT with him, but Cait and Tony stood back and let them take over since they had to take care of the OB kit and somebody had to bag the mess. Gavin was still holding the patient’s hand as they put her on the stretcher, and Cait saw him smile at Kelly.
He really had a great smile.
“That’s a good-looking boy you have,” he was saying. “If you and your husband have trouble coming up with a name for him, Gavin’s not too bad.”
She laughed and said something Cait couldn’t hear. Then Phil had the firefighters in motion, ready to carry mother, child and gear to the ground floor.
It was just Cait’s luck that Gavin also lingered. She couldn’t blame him for letting the other guys do the heavy lifting down the stairs, since they’d basically done nothing during the incident, but seeing him was a reminder she hadn’t dated in a while and, considering how things were going at home, wouldn’t be for a while. And that made her feel even older than the ma’am had.
“I feel like I should be handing out cigars,” he said, and both he and Tony laughed.
Gavin’s laugh made her even more tense. It was rich and deep and made heat curl through her insides. It was his laugh that had first turned her head, so every time she heard it, it reminded her of that day.
“Not gonna lie,” he continued. “I’m glad you guys got here in time for Cait to play catch.”
Play catch? “At least I took the situation seriously.”
He’d been in the process of picking up her bag, and his head jerked up as if she’d slapped him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Emergency childbirth isn’t playing catch.” She took her bag and slung it over her shoulder.
“Jesus, lighten up. It was a joke.”
She was tired. She was hungry, and she wasn’t in the mood. “Like I said, I take my job seriously.”
“When I got here, she was laying on the floor screaming, and not just from the pain. She was in labor and in a full-blown panic. Her BP was through the roof and that’s no good for her or the baby, so I did what I had to do to relax her.”
She headed for the stairs before the conversation could escalate any further. If she really pissed him off, Tony might feel obligated to intervene and that wouldn’t be fair to her partner.
“At least you’re going down first,” Gavin called after her. “I don’t have to worry about you pushing me down the stairs.”
“That was an accident,” she shouted over her shoulder, and she might have been tempted to go back and explain it a little better, but she heard both men laughing.
Gavin was pushing her buttons and she’d let him get under her skin. Again.
After helping load mommy and baby into the back of Phil’s truck, Cait and Tony took a few minutes to pack their gear away in their own ambulance before climbing into the cab. The firefighters were still milling around on the sidewalk, laughing and talking about who knew what.
Her gaze landed on Gavin because it always seemed to, whether she wanted it to or not. She wasn’t sure how old he was. One of the younger guys in his house, but around her age—late twenties or so. There definitely weren’t enough years between them to merit him calling her ma’am.
He was average height for a guy, but with a better than average body. Or maybe that was just her take on it. She liked guys who were in shape, but not such good shape they spent hours at the gym and expected applause when they flexed an arm. Physically, he definitely checked all her boxes.
And every time she saw him—which thankfully wasn’t that often—she wanted to smooth that damn cowlick down. Maybe run her fingers through his hair a few times to help it stay. Then she’d invariably remember how close she’d come to asking him out, and why she hadn’t.
He turned his head, looking straight at her, as if he’d felt her staring. Which he probably had. After a few seconds, he lifted an eyebrow and she looked away.
Dammit.
“I can’t stand that guy,” she said, not sure if she was making a statement or simply reminding herself of the fact.
“Why?”
Cait opened her mouth, but then snapped it closed again because she didn’t want to tell him the real reason why. “He just rubs me the wrong way.”
Tony gave her a sideways look before checking the mirrors and pulling away from the curb. “Maybe you’re just mad because you want him to rub you the right way.”
That was close enough to the truth so she wasn’t going to discuss the possibility with Tony or anybody else. Gavin Boudreau was attractive, but the feeling wasn’t mutual. Men didn’t want to go on hot dates with women they called ma’am.
It was for the best, anyway. She was drowning in responsibilities and didn’t have the time or energy to be fun and sexy with anybody, never mind somebody like Gavin.
“Shut up,” she told Tony, “or I’ll push you down the stairs.”
He just laughed at her and took a left, heading toward their favorite coffee shop.
* * *
Usually, by the time the apparatus—Engine 59 and Ladder 37—were backed side by side into t
he bays of the brick firehouse they called home, Gavin was starving. As the adrenaline rush faded, his appetite kicked in. Throw in being genetically blessed with a fast metabolism, and there was a reason the guys gave him shit about being a human garbage disposal.
Today, though, even the thought of the overstuffed sandwich he’d been thinking about for half the day couldn’t tempt him. Childbirth might be natural and awe-inspiring, but it definitely wasn’t pretty.
But by the time they’d finished up checking and repacking their gear and gone up to the third-floor living quarters, he was starting to feel better. He figured he’d start with some chips and, if those went down okay, he’d follow up with that sandwich.
“What did you do to piss that EMT off?” Grant asked, taking the bag away from him and shaking some chips out onto a napkin for himself.
“I don’t know. I think it pisses her off when I breathe.”
“You guys have some kind of a history together?”
He knew what Grant was really asking. Had he slept with her and then cut it off badly? “No. The only time I’ve ever talked to her has been on the job, and it can’t have been more than a dozen times, if that. She just doesn’t like me.”
“She’s pretty hot.”
“Yeah, she is. Not my type, though.”
Grant snorted. “You don’t have a type, other than a women being susceptible to your so-called charm.”
That wasn’t true, and Grant knew it, since they’d been each other’s wingman for several years. He had a particular weakness for women who were soft and super feminine. It wasn’t so much about makeup and manicures, but women who liked having doors held for them and needed spiders killed and had soft hands.
Cait Tasker was abrasive and tough and there was nothing soft about her. He doubted she was afraid of bugs, and she’d probably give him shit about being able to hold her own damn doors, thank you very much.
But an image of her popped into his head and he decided maybe she had some soft parts, after all. Like her lower lip, which was soft and full and his favorite kind of mouth on a woman. And it was natural, too, since she didn’t wear makeup. More often than not when he kissed a woman with a mouth like that, he had to put up with the faintly burning tingle of those fancy lipsticks that made their lips look fuller. Maybe they did, but they tasted like shit.
