Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 186: It's a Travesty

*Rose*

“I’m going to die!” I scream as Tristan and Mark lift me in their human forms to carry me up the stairs. Mark has my upper body, and Tristan has my lower body, and I feel like my middle is going to collapse on me as they hoist me up. I want to shout at Reece to support me there, but I don’t know where the fuck he went, and my contractions hurt so fucking bad, if I did see him, I’d probably punch him.

“It’s okay, gorgeous,” Mark says. “We aren’t going to let you die.”

“Go to hell, you asshole!” I shout, turning my head to try to look at him. The second my eyes settle on his blue ones, wide with concern, I begin to cry. “I’m so sorry, Mark!” I blubber. “I didn’t mean that. I love you so much!”

“It’s all right, baby,” he says softly. “I know you didn’t mean it. I love you, too.”

Another contraction hits me, and before I can think about how much I love him and how much I’ve missed him, a stream of obscenities comes flying out of my mouth, and it’s worse than my dad when his favorite sports team is losing.

“Wow,” Tristan mumbles. “Mark, I think our girl here is part sailor.”

“Fuck off, Tristan, you big piece of shit!” I yell, and then I see him cringe, and immediately, I feel terrible. “I’m so sorry!” are the next words out of my mouth, but it won’t take it back.

“I know you didn’t mean it,” he says, but I think I still see some sadness in his eyes.

Eventually, we reach the top of the steps, and I insist that they put me back down. “Can the vehicle make it through the forest?’ I ask. “Because if I have to walk, I’m going to fucking lose my mind!”

“Yes, it can,” Reece assures me, coming out from between the trees. All three of them are just wearing short shorts that someone must’ve handed to them, so ordinarily, I would be checking out their gorgeous bodies, but right now, all I can think about is how they tricked me with those magnificent physiques by making me think they were so hot and so perfect, and they really just wanted to torture me and get me knocked up with these squirmy, diabolical babies.

My babies… the sweetest children in the whole world!

And now I am crying again!

I hear the sound of an engine approaching, and I am praying that it is an ambulance of some sort, equipped with a doctor who can give me an epidural, the little piece of heaven I read about in all of those baby books, or that they will just knock me out completely, and when I wake up, I’ll have four beautiful, well behaved babies, my old body back, and feel like a million bucks.

It is not an ambulance I see through my tears winding between the trees, though. It’s just a regular black van, and I have a feeling it’s not going to be that comfortable, especially if we have to drive over uneven ground to get to wherever the hell we’re going. I try not to groan again as Tristan and Mark lead me over. Reece opens the doors, and I do see a woman in the back who looks a lot like a midwife, but she’s not Dr. Peepeegash, so it makes me nervous. What if she doesn’t know what she’s doing? I hate the fact that I’m not going to have my own doctor here.

“Hi, Miss Rose,” the older woman says. “I’m Dr. Travesty. I’ll be here to help you with the babies every step of the way!”

I am lifted inside of the van and placed down on some blankets, but her name has just hit me. “I’m sorry–what the hell is your name?” I ask her.

She grins at me sheepishly. “Now, now, don’t let my name fool you. I assure you, I am perfectly capable of–”

“Dr. Travesty?” I ask as Reece closes the doors. Then, the three Alphas and Diana get into the van and we start on our way over the bumpy forest floor, headed toward Mark’s castle. I haven’t even gotten a chance to see much of the men since they told me the plan and then began to help me up the stairs, so it’s not like Mark or anyone else has told me much about her.

I’m afraid I don’t trust her.

“Yes, yes, that’s right,” she says as she begins to examine me with a stethoscope. “Dr. Mary Travesty.”

“As in Bloody Mary?”

She chuckles as she listens to my stomach. I don’t know what the fuck she thinks she’s doing. That stethoscope isn’t going to get these babies out of me. “No, not Bloody Mary, darling. Just Mary.”

I have my own opinion about that. I don’t like this. Not one bit. But what am I going to do? I requested Dr. Pentupgas be sent to the castle, but the Alphas said she was too busy with some elderly sick patient, so Dr. Travesty is going to have to do.

Why does Mark have a healer named Dr. Travesty?

As another contraction hits hard, I can’t help but scream. I grab for something to squeeze, anything, and end up with Mark’s hand. He is screaming, too, and when Tristan laughs, Mark punches him in the nose. Red blood begins to trickle down his chin, and now Dr. Travesty is trying to wipe it up and ends up with blood on her hands.

Yeah, it’s a travesty all right.

“How long until we get to the castle?” I ask.

“Not long now. Only about twenty minutes,” Dr. Travesty says, and I try not to cry louder. This is taking forever. I am back to my old idea that I’m not gonna make it.

“Can I have an epidural?” I ask her.

The doctor laughs louder this time. “Heavens, no, dear. I can’t give you an epidural in a moving van. You might get your spinal cord nicked and end up paralyzed! No, we’ll evaluate the situation when we get to the castle, and if there’s time, we may give you an epidural then.”

“If there’s time?” I ask her, staring at her like she just said I’m sentenced to death in five minutes.

“Well, if the babies are already crowning, there’s no point in–”

I reach over and grab Dr. Travesty by the collar. “You listen to me, bitch, and you listen good. I don’t care if the first fucking baby is already in college when we get there, as long as I have a baby shoved up my who-ha, you’re giving me an epidural, you hear me, you fucking bitch?!?”

Her mouth drops open, and Tristan pries my hands off of her, and I can tell I’ve scared the shit out of the doctor who is supposed to keep me and the babies safe. I would feel bad about it if another contraction didn’t make me want to scream.

Yep, I’m gonna die.