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Panic erupted in my chest.

"Shit! Somebody get towels!" The broad-shouldered man with the soft blue eyes barked.

The woman who looked like Arya leapt into action, as if she'd done this a thousand times. "We need to get her to the hospital. Now."

But Arya wasn't listening. She was still staring down, one hand on her belly, the other tangled in mine as if she couldn't let go.

"Hey, hey," I whispered, falling to my knees in front of her, both hands ...