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It was early morning. The kettle hadn’t even started to hiss when I felt the warm moisture sliding between my thighs.
"Did I pee on myself?"
I looked down. Water dripped from my legs and splashed onto my slippers.
"s**t. My water broke," I muttered.
The kitchen was quiet. It was still dark outside. Asher was asleep upstairs.
Sleep’s been a joke lately. The belly, the burn, the ache... No position works. And of course, the baby kicks like he’s auditioning for the World Cup at 3 a.m.
I’d given up and come downstairs, hoping tea might help me relax. But now—now I was going into labor.
Not part of the plan. The baby was supposed to arrive next week.
A c-section was scheduled. He’s breech, and despite my doctor’s efforts, he wouldn’t budge.
Stubborn baby.
Everything was set up.
