“Forget it.”
“I need my support pillow.”
“You’ve got me.”
“My comfy pajamas.”
“I don’t think you can give birth wearing pajamas,” he told me.
“I needed my calming music.”
“I’ll hum.”
My lips flattened out. “You’re not being as helpful as you think you’re being.”
“We need to go now.”
“Not until I change my leggings first. They’re all wet.”
“We don’t have time!” E.G. insisted.
“I’m not going to the hospital in wet leggings!”
“Fine, I’ll go toourroom and get you a pair. I can move faster. In the meantime, call Ricky and tell him he needs to pick us up now!”
E.G. ran out of the library like an Olympic sprinter and I looked around for my phone. It was on the edge of the couch. I picked it up and called Ricky. E.G. had rented him a house just outside our development so he would be close by at all times.
Because, yeah, billionaires could do that.
Except when Ricky picked up the phone, I knew we had a pretty big problem.
As soon as I hung up, E.G. bolted in the living room and tossed a pair of maternity panties and leggings at me.
“We’ve got a problem,” I said. “Also, turn around.”
“Flowers, seriously? I’ve seen you naked. I’ve seen you naked pregnant. I saw you naked last night!”
“Not like this,” I said. “Now turn around.”
He obeyed and I began pulling my wet leggings and panties off. Replacing them with the dry ones.
“What problem?” he asked, correctly reading the expression on my face.
Although what that expression actually conveyed, I had no idea.
“Ricky had an emergency root canal today. He’s totally doped out on painkillers right now. He can’t drive.”
E.G. froze, then shuttered, then seemed to think I was kidding because he started laughing.
“Trust me when I say this,” I told him. “I’m dead serious.”
“No. You’re joking. All this time I have my driver as close as he can be, and the moment I need him, he’s unavailable? This can’t be happening.”
“We’ve got another problem,” I said, wincing as a contraction rippled across my stomach.
“What?”
“I don’t think we can wait for an Uber either,” I told him. “These contractions are starting to happen. Like…fast. Faster than what they said would happen in the book. I think you’re going to need to drive me.”
