Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 123
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 123 - Arielle Hawthorne lives for illegal street racing. Fast cars, high stakes, no attachments. Nate Carter races the same streets with reckless swagger and infuriating charm. Rivals by choice and partners by necessity, they’re forced together as rival crews and the police close in. Their chemistry is dangerous, their trust fragile, and falling for each other may be the riskiest move of all.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Body Modification Violence
The One With A Baby
ARIELLE
I startle awake to the sound of my phone ringing, but it takes me a moment to register that it’s even my cell that’s going off. It wakes Nate too, and he barely unwraps himself from me to see what’s going on. In fact, he lifts his head for a moment to look and then adjusts his body where he’s spooning me to nuzzle closer to me.
“What is it?” He murmurs, his voice laced with sleep.
I reach for my phone, noticing who’s calling. “It’s Chase.” In a panic—knowing that Zara is supposed to give birth at any point—I answer, putting it up to my ear to greet him.
“It’s time,” he informs me. “Zara’s in labour.”
“Is everything okay? How’s she feeling?”
As I ask the question, I hear her yelling out in pain in the background.
“She’s okay, but obviously in fuckin’ agony.” I can hear the nerves in his voice and all I want to do is hug him. He doesn’t get like this often, but two of the people he loves most in the world are dealing with something serious right now, I don’t blame him. “We just got to the hospital.”
“We’ll come right now,” I assure him without delay.
“No, no, the doctors say it could be a few hours yet.”
“That’s fine, Chase. I can still be there for you. I don’t mind.” I don’t hear him say anything and for a moment, I’m unsure if he even heard me. “Is there anything we can bring? Anything we can get you? An overnight bag for her? Something to eat for you?”
“Shit, I didn’t even think to grab an overnight bag. Is that something she’d need?”
“We can swing by your place on our way and get it. I can grab her a change of clothes, toothbrush, phone charger—that sort of shit.” I figure she should have that stuff because who knows how long she’ll end up being in the hospital. If something happens, she could be there for two or three days.
At the least, she’ll be there tonight and she should feel as comfortable as possible.
It’s literally the least we can do.
I’ll tell Nate we should stop to buy something for Chase to eat, as well. I’m unsure if we can get something for Zara—because I can’t say whether the staff would allow her to eat outside food—but we’ll grab her something regardless. If she can’t have it, Chase will eat it eventually.
“I—shit, I gotta’ go, Ari. Zara’s calling out for me.”
I open my mouth to respond, but the quick beeping in my ear tells me he’s already hung up.
Putting the phone down, Nate finally releases the hold he has on me, stretching in the most glorious way that makes all his muscles flex.
“Zara’s having the baby,” I inform him.
“Alright, we’ll get going then. We’re going to their place first?”
I nod, “They forgot her overnight bag, so I told him we’d go pick it up.”
“That’s a good idea. I’m sure there’s shit she’ll need.”
“I think we should go through a drive-through and grab some burgers, as well.”
Nate finally sits up, leaning in to give me a kiss, “Alright, we’ll get changed and get going, yeah?”
Nate puts on a pair of joggers and a shirt, choosing to go for the casual route. I don’t blame him, we have absolutely no idea how long we’ll be waiting at the hospital. We can always leave, of course—one of us will have to come back to let Mauna out anyways—but I’d rather be prepared. I wouldn’t want to have to leave to do something trivial like change clothes and end up missing the birth.
I dress the same in my own clothes, throwing my hair up. I decide to skip the makeup, making sure to brush my teeth while Nate brushes his own. When he’s done, he presses a kiss to my temple and then goes to let Mauna out and make sure the cat and dog have water.
I make the bed, ensure there’s nothing Mauna or Storm can get into, and then grab my purse. As I’m stepping into the living room, Nate ‘s playing with our pets, giving them some attention before we have to leave them.
“Ready to go?” I inquire, leaning over the back of the couch to smile at him. It’s adorable the way he is with them, and it gives me glimpses into how he’ll be as a father sometime in the future.
When Storm hears me, he runs to me, hopping up on the couch to meow at me. I scratch his head, listening as he begins to purr.
I use my key to unlock their door, stepping inside with Nate close behind me. We head straight for their master bedroom. I grab an overnight bag from the bottom of her closet and then pause to think about what she might need.
I begin with clothing—gathering a second outfit, some fresh underwear, and a set of pyjamas for her. I purposefully select items that are loose and oversized, positive she’ll not only be sore, but that she’ll want to be comfortable. We still aren’t even entirely sure if she’ll end up needing to have an emergency caesarian, so I need to prepare for anything. If she ends up requiring a caesarian, there’s no fucking way she’ll want tight clothing.
As I put her deodorant into the bag, Nate approaches me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist to press a kiss to my hair. “It’s weird being in here, innit?”
When I moved out of this house—out of the house Chase and I lived in—Chase and Zara ended up taking my room because it’s the bigger one. Chase’s old room has become the nursery now, which is a bit odd when you think about all of the dirty shit he’s done in the square footage of it.
“What do you mean?” I inquire further, but I’m already positive he’s thinking something indecent.
“We’ve fucked in this very room dozens of times and now Chase sleeps in here. I mean, your stand-up mirror used to rest right there—” he points to the space beside my old bathroom door, “—and I made you watch in the surface of it as I finger fucked you.”
I remember that night vividly. He demanded I wear a pair of my highest heels, repeatedly told me to observe in the mirror, to see how beautiful I am, and then he carried me to the wall on the other side of the room and fucked me up against it where I could watch his back flex in the mirror.
In complete honesty, it’s a bit strange being in this house, considering I used to live here. They’ve repainted and purchased some new furniture, but it still looks like the place I called home for so many years. Even with Zara’s touches on it, I can see memories flash in my brain as I glance around the different areas of the space.
Those memories include Nate. From when we’d first met, to him going to prison, the many nights we spent figuring out how to get back at Ezra, all the time I spent crying when I’d learned of his death—these walls have witnessed a lot of the most important moments of my life.
Chase and I were great roommates. I’ve always gotten along with him. The only times when I’d get pissed is when he’d bring someone home super late at night and be extremely loud while having sex. There was once a time when I must’ve gone a whole week without sleep and it’s safe to say, I was fucking pissed about it.
“I can’t tell you how many times I was woken in the middle of the night ‘cause Chase was fucking someone up against the shower wall. I’d hear the thumping and the yelling—and now he’ll read baby books to his child in that room.”
Nate throws his head back in laughter. “I reckon we won’t be too far off that. We’ve fucked on pretty well every surface in our house, and we have people over all the time.”
I playfully bump my hips back into his, forcing him to loosen his grasp on me as I walk to the attached bathroom. “You’re right,” I answer as I gather Zara’s toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, and decide on whether to pack some makeup.
I realize after giving birth, makeup is probably the last thing on someone’s mind, but you never know. I wouldn’t care, but Zara almost always has a face full. Eventually, I decide fuck it, and grab a few types of makeup, putting them in a little toiletry bag I find in the vanity.
“Don’t forget, you fucked me not only on Chase’s bed as retaliation, but on the very spot where Chase later ate dinner.”
He chuckles again, “We cleaned up afterward, m’not a complete asshole. It was just the idea that—though it was clean and sanitized—I still knew what’d happened there.”
I teasingly roll my eyes, but he’s right. We only did so when Chase did something to piss us off.
“I reckon he’s done the same.”
I spin to face him with a raised eyebrow, “Oh, he has. When I lived here, he once had sex on our couch and didn’t clean up after. I came home to a lovely stain on the cushion.”
Nate ‘s mouth drops open on a gasp.
“Yeah,” I confirm. “Safe to say, I fuckin’ burned that couch.”
“And now he’s about to be a father.”
“Wild, isn’t it?”
I head back to the main room to put the items in her overnight bag. Nate follows, her eyeglasses in hand, which he gives to me. “And we’re about to be an Auntie and Uncle, yeah?”
“This child has some fuckin’ weirdos in its life,” I laugh, taking a pair of socks and slippers for her as well. I also make sure I have her phone charger, and I grab a random book from the shelf on the far side of the room so she’ll have some entertainment if she needs it. I can probably also grab her some magazines at the hospital, if she would like them.
I spin around, glancing at the room. I honestly have no idea what women need after giving birth, so I can’t be sure if there’s something major that I don’t have. I can only assume she has her purse—which would be a huge thing—but there isn’t anything else that’s coming to the forefront of my mind.
“Is there anything I’m missing?”
I can’t shake the feeling that I am, but it seems that no matter how much I ponder it over, I can’t figure it out.
“I don’t think so. I don’t think it’s a massive deal, though. If we happen to have forgotten something she needs, we can always come back.” He comes to my side again, pressing a gentle, reassuring kiss to my temple. “You’re doing a really good thing. She’ll be so relieved, my love.”
I lean into his touch, thankful that he’s here to calm my nerves. I can already feel them beginning to get worse, but this entire thing is the unexpected for me. I haven’t been around any of this in my lifetime, so it’s scary, but I guess I’m partly happy to be able to witness it all before I go through it myself.
“You’re right,” I admit. “Let’s go grab some food then, and head to the hospital.”
He nods, grabbing the bag before I can so he can carry it, and then he’s extending a hand in my direction. With our fingers intertwined, he leads me out of Chase’s, and we head out of the bedroom.
Nate and I had purchased a baby gift for them, so we make sure to leave it on the kitchen island where they’ll see it when they come home. I wanted to get something useful—like diapers, you really can’t go wrong with them because parents constantly need them—but Nate found these two onesies that had him in tears from laughing so hard.
The one has the phrase I came from nuttin’ written on it.
The other says watch your fucking mouth, assclown, I’m a baby.
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