“Xander, I'm sorry I couldn't come to the office today. I'm a little unwell.”

“Are you sick?”

“Just a stomach ache and a little cold.”

“Maybe you're going into labor.”

"Impossible. The estimated time of birth is still three weeks away. Maybe I ate too much chili sauce yesterday. You don't mind if I take a day off, right?"

Angel hissed softly every time a wave of pain hit her stomach. She stood in a half-bent position, one hand holding her stomach, while the other hand held her ...