“Xavier,” Amira was trying to shake her husband awake, but he barely stirred.
“Xavier!” She called in a louder tone.
And he finally woke up with a start. “Yes? Yes, princesa?”
“It’s happening,” she told him cryptically without meaning to.
“Can you be more specific, princesa?” Came his rather sarcastic request. “It’s like 2 am. What’s happening?”
“It’s happening,” she repeated breathlessly as a contraction hit her hard, “I think I’m in labor.”
“Labor?” He echoed dumbly after her. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” He let out, sounding almost in shock for some reason.
“Let me just get dressed,” he said as he scrambled to his feet. “Do I even have the time to get dressed, princesa?”
“You DON’T,” she cried out the second word as another wave of pain hit her.
“Okay. okay. I’m sorry,” he apologized,
