She turned her glare on him so fast it was a wonder that he didn’t fall out of his chair. “I am not taking drugs!”

“O-okay,” he said, swallowing nervously as he gently pat the back of her hand, trying to soothe her before she decided to go for his balls.

“Why don’t you boys give us a minute?” his father said with a warm smile for Marybeth as he walked into the room, wearing a pair of navy blue scrubs.

“Thank God,” Darrin muttered, pulling his hand free with a wince as Danny did the same.

“We’ll just be in the hallway,” he promised his wife, deciding that mentioning the ice pack that he planned on hunting down for his hand would probably only piss her off.

“Okay,” she mumbled, panting a bit as she placed her hand protectively around the large swell of her belly.

He leaned down and kissed her. “You’re doing great.”

“Ice chips. I need more ice chips,” she said with the determination of a woman who truly believed that ice chips would make all the difference in the world and somehow ease her pain.

“I’ll get more ice chips,” he promised her, resisting the urge to cradle his hand against his chest.

“Thank you,” she said, sighing with relief as she laid back and closed her eyes.

“We’ll be right back,” he said, ignoring the panicked look in his brother’s eyes as they headed for the door, not knowing that his father was about to make a liar out of him.

An hour later, he was finally allowed to return.

“Danny!” Jodi said excitedly with a big smile, giving him his first clue that something was seriously wrong.

“Umm, hey, sweetheart. I brought your ice chips,” he said, holding up the cup that was mostly water now.

Her beautiful eyes teared up as her chin quivered. “You are the sweetest man alive. I love you so much, Danny Bradford,” she said with a little sniffle that immediately put him on edge.

“Oh, shit….”

They’d drugged her.

Somehow his father had managed to do what no one else had been able to do and convinced her to take the pain medication. He was glad that someone was able to convince her to take the medication, because he hated the idea of his wife suffering even one second of pain, but there was a part of him, a very big part of him, that was absolutely terrified of what the next twelve hours or so were going to hold for them.

“She’s numb from the waist down. She won’t be able to leave that bed,” his father said with a knowing smile.

“Thank God,” he said, sagging with relief, thankful that he wasn’t going to have to worry about his very pregnant wife trying to escape her bed all night and getting into God only knows what.

At least this way they’d be able to keep a close eye on her and make sure that she-

“I can’t wait to have sex again,” Jodi said, sighing wistfully. “I really miss sex.”

“Ummm, Jodi,” he said, trying to get his wife’s attention before she could-

“Only with Danny of course, because he has a really large penis and he knows how to use it,” she announced as he stood there, trying to pretend that he wasn’t blushing as he desperately tried to get his wife to stop.

“Here, sweetheart. Why don’t you have some water?” he suggested, holding the cup out to her, praying that she took it before she said something that would make this worse.

“He knows how to use his tongue, too,” she added thoughtfully as everyone in the room suddenly found one of the walls or the floor interesting.

“It’s going to be a long night,” his father said with a sigh and sympathetic smile as he closed his eyes in defeat.

They definitely had a long night ahead of them, he decided when she suddenly broke out in hysterical tears when she realized that her ice chips had melted.

A long fucking night…