Winter Hart
Everything was happening so fast, and between the contractions, there wasn't enough time to think about how or why I was in the hospital. I remember watching the game, but nothing after that. How could it be now time to give birth to our son?
Another contraction hit, and I swear I stopped breathing. f**k, this hurt.
"Breathe, baby," Jake said, sounding supportive, but I just wanted to slap him.
"You get to give birth to the next one," I groaned, and he chuckled.
"I'll do whatever you want me to do, baby. Just never leave me, ever." He kissed my forehead.
Kelly came in with another person in a white coat. He looked at the printout, which recorded the strength of the contractions.
"It's too late for a spinal injection," he told Kelly, but I was barely listening as another
