Vincent POV
How many times do I need to tell Roxy that I love her and she is not fat?
It is all baby, our baby.
Suddenly, she let a low groan and sat up.
'What is the matter? Cramp again? Come on, I will give you a nice bath and rub your back.' Roxy had been having what the doctor called Braxton hicks—a pre cursor to the real thing.
I moved my legs to stand up and then helped her stand. Once on her feet, a sudden rush of water ran down her legs, and she groaned loudly.
Then 'Oomph'. And doubled over.
'Think the baby is coming,' Roxy moaned out when she got her voice back. With all our practice, you would think I would know what to do.
Instead, I stood frozen in place, staring at the mess at her feet in disbelief.
'Grandma!' Roxy shouted out, pulling me from my stupor.
'Your ba
