“To be married on Christmas Eve,” I said. “I wonder if they thought it through. You know, they’ll forever be celebrating their wedding anniversary on Christmas Eve.”
Hugh shrugged and pulled me into his arms. “I think that’s perfect. Two birds with one stone.”
I laughed as I snuggled up to kiss him. “Your mind works in mysterious ways, Mr.Pembroke.”
I shifted onto my side, my swollen belly making comfort difficult to find.
“That’s why you love me,” he said as he turned out the light then turned to spoon me.
Curled up in his arms, I closed my eyes.
“Hmm,” Hugh let out after a brief moment. “Do you feel that?”
“What?”
“Did you just...you know, pee in the bed?”
“No!”I said, instantly offended. But then a sense of unexpected warmth flowed around me.“Oh, my God!”
I shot out of bed, my nightdress soaked.
“What’s going on?”
“The baby!”
“Huh?”
“The baby! The baby is coming!”
“Are you guys okay in there?”Abbie called through the door.
“The baby is coming.”
She opened the door. “What do you mean, the baby is coming?”
“I mean right now. This minute. My water just broke.”
“Calm down,” Ayra said as she, too, came to the door. “Just because your water broke doesn’t mean you're going to have the baby right here and now.”
Hugh sat up and looked at me with complete and utter confusion. “But...it’s not supposed to come for another week yet.”
“Yeah,” Abbie said, eyeing him with amusement. “Babies aren’t always good at reading calendars.”
“But, it’s Christmas Eve.”
Ayra glanced at her watch. “If you can hold it in for another hour, your baby will be born Christmas day.”
I glared up at her.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
“Hugh,” I shouted. “Get up. Do something.”
“What?”he stood and ran around the room. “Should I pack an overnight bag?”
“It’s already packed and in the closet.”
“Should I boil some water or what?”
