“Lucas, it’s time,” I say between deep breaths. I place my hand on my colossal stomach and press gently, wanting to relieve the pain.

“Time for what, mi amor?” Lucas looks over at me standing in the entryway of his office. He notices my slightly hunched posture and he rushes over to me, knocking his chair over in the process. “Mi amor, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“It’s time,” I repeat, huffing out another breath and gesturing to my huge ...