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“Sam, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

I stood up.

Immediately regretted it.

Pressure pushed down between my legs.

“Fuck.”

Sam moved closer.

“Heather?”

“I gotta pee.”

“You’ve been saying that every ten minutes.”

“Because your nephew got his big-ass head sitting on my bladder.”

I waddled toward the hallway.

Made it maybe four steps.

Then stopped.

Something warm ran down my legs.

I froze.

Looked down.

A small puddle was spreading across my hardwood floor.

For one second, nobody said shit.

I looked at Samantha.

Then Avery.

“Oh, fuck, y’all.”

Sam’s eyes widened.

“What, bitch?”

I pointed down.

“My water.”

Avery jumped up so fast she knocked over the entire stack of onesies.

“Oh, SHIT!”

Sam went straight into nurse mode.