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“Heather.”
I was looking down at my phone.
Destiny.
Me: My water broke. We at Beth Israel.
“Heather.”
I kept typing.
“HEATHER.”
“What, Sam?”
“Did you call his dad?”
That gave me pause.
My thumb stopped over my screen.
Shit.
I couldn’t exactly call Xay.
Not with his fucking wife walking beside me.
“No.”
Samantha looked at me.
“Heather.”
“I’m a little fucking busy, Samantha.”
The contraction hit before she could answer.
My whole stomach tightened.
“FUUUUUCK!”
I grabbed both sides of the wheelchair.
“Get this fucking kid out of me!”
The nurse pushing me laughed.
“Oh, sweetheart, we got a little while.”
“Don’t tell me that shit!”
“You’re doing good.”
“I don’t wanna do good! I wanna be DONE!”
Avery was cracking the fuck up behind me.
“Avery, I swear to God—”
