~Four months later~

Becca.

“I can’t do this,” I panted as the pain of contractions ran through me. “Goddamn it, Neal! Drive faster!”

There was nothing like being woken up at three in the morning by a soaked bed only to realize that your water had broken. At first, the pain was nothing more than slightly uncomfortable and feeling extra heavy below, but as time gradually went on, the pain began to spread.

“I’m going as ...