SERA

The contractions started at two in the morning, because of course they did.

I woke up with a band of pressure across my lower back that I initially dismissed as the baby

repositioning — he’d been restless for days, pressing against my ribs, making it difficult to

sleep in any position. But the pressure intensified into a rhythmic pulse that was too regular

to be random, and when the first real contraction hit, I gasped loud enough to wake Kael.

He was on his feet before his eyes were ...