After thirty-six hours of staring at Hayden's face, I was over the hospital. I was cranky and in a s**t ton of pain. Thus far, nothing had stopped the contractions, but they hadn't increased, either, so maybe that was a good sign-if I wanted to spend the rest of my pregnancy here.
Hayden had been relatively quiet, but I couldn't tell if it was because I'd pissed her off yesterday about calling Liam or because she was worried-likely some of both, but I didn't ask.
I pulled up my knees to round out my spine. Just as another wave ran through me, Hayden's phone went off several times. She grabbed it from her purse as I cringed in pain, but her face fell flat and lost all color.
I ground my teeth and talked through the contraction. "What's wrong, Hayden?"
"Don't get mad." Genuine fear lin
