DANTE

Three weeks later, at 3 AM, Aria wakes me.

"Dante."

"Hmm?"

"I think my water just broke."

I'm instantly awake. "You think or you know?"

"I know. The bed is wet and I'm having contractions." Her voice is remarkably calm. "I think the baby is coming."

I'm on my feet, pulling on clothes, already calling Dr. Mara. "How far apart are the contractions?"

"Maybe ten minutes? They started about an hour ago but I thought it was just Braxton Hicks." She winces. ...