I went back into the house, about to head upstairs to my room. That’s when the first cramp hit me just as I closed the door behind me. A sharp, twisting ache curled low in my stomach, making me suck in a breath and place a hand instinctively over my belly. I paused in the hallway, gripping the doorframe for support, and then another wave rolled through me, dull but insistent. 

Oh, no. 

I knew that feeling all too well. 

I rushed to my room and into the bathroom, practically stumbling ...