Aspen is writhing in the car's backseat.
She's clearly in terrible pain.
I quickly get in when a sob escapes her dry lips. I rub her back for her while she cries and grits her teeth, and I helplessly watch her try to override the labour pains.
She really is having the baby.
"What happened?" I ask once the contraction passes.
"I don't know." She sobs. "I want my baby to be fine. I don't want to lose him."
"Hey, look at me. Hey," I trail my thumb down her cheek, flicking the lone tear rolling down her face, and I make her teary eyes meet mine. "You're not gonna lose him. He'll be fine, okay?"
"I don't know, Allison. He'll be a preemie. I still have many weeks to go. This shouldn't be happening-"
She screams, her fingers gripping my wrist, and I feel my eyes fill with tears as I w
