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Azrael

“Oh My God, oh my God, oh my God.” I mumbled as I ran to Leslie’s room to grab the hospital bag.

It was a good thing his friend encouraged him to pack early in case of an emergency, but I didn’t think the emergency would be soon.

Leslie was going to have a fucking baby now, and he was just calmly seated in the living room on the phone with Bennett’s brother because his contractions hadn’t started.

That baby chose an inconvenient time to be born.

“Isaac and the family will meet us there.” Leslie informed me.

“Now let’s get you in the car.”

It was a little work to get Leslie in the car, but we managed and drove off to the nearest hospital. Upon our arrival there, his contractions started, and he wasn’t looking great.

“It hurts.” Leslie cried as he clutched onto my hand while they carried him on a stretcher.

“It’s going to be okay, kid.” I rubbed his palm to soothe him.

He relaxed a little, but his grip got incredibly stronger. My muscles creased.

“Are you the father of the child?