Five Months Later:
Milly screams in the middle of the night in pure agony. It wakes me out of a dead sleep and causes me to panic. “What’s wrong?! What’s going on?!”
She pants as I turn to look at her and I see panic, fear, and something else hiding on her face. “The baby,” she starts.
I look down at her bulging belly and I feel my heart rate pick up. “What about the baby? What’s wrong?”
She continues to pant and shakes her head slowly. “Nothing is wrong…” She groans in pain as I watch our little one kick her. “The baby is coming.”
I feel my heart drop and I look over at the clock. It reads four in the morning and I turn back to her. “This early?”
“The baby isn’t early! Goddess help me,” she groans. I watch as her belly starts to move in a strange way and it looks like somethin
