Ezra
“My water just broke,” Amelia cries out, and I just stand and stare at her while she screams.
“Ezra,” Carol slaps my back, “Get her to the hospital.”
I shake my head, “Willow!” I yell as I try to comfort Amelia. “I am so sorry.”
Amelia looks at me with red eyes and screams.
I wrap my arms around her as Willow runs out of the house, “Start the limo,” I order her.
She looks at Amelia, “Is she alright?”
“She’s in labor,” I mutter.
“Oh s**t,” Willow runs to the limo.
“Mom,” Amelia cries, reaching for her mother as I carefully walk her to the limo.
“I’m coming, dear,” Carol says. “I’m coming.”
“I heard you,” I say and open the door. Carol and I help Amelia into the car.
“We’ll be right behind you guys,” Junior says.
“Do you want me to have Jorge come get your Porsche?” Wi
