Two months after our conversation in the garden, I went into labor during a foundation board meeting.

"I think-" I started to say, then gasped as a contraction hit.

"Ava?" Elena asked, immediately switching to doctor mode despite being eight months pregnant herself.

"The baby's coming. Now."

"How now?" Dominic asked, jumping up from the conference table.

"Like, we need to go to the hospital right now now."

What followed was controlled chaos. Bola called the hospital, ...