I stand behind my wife, pulling her coat down her arms. In front of us, Mom is hanging hers off the back of her chair when she goes eerily still, eyes flaring with alarm.
“Charlie?”
I frown at the panicked note to her voice, heart jolting. I grab my wife’s shoulders and whirl her around, finding her face pale and mouth open, dropped open in shock.
“Angel?” I cup her face in mine, our eyes clashing. “What is it? Wrong’s wrong?”
She blinks rapidly, her lashes fluttering. “I fucked around and found out.”
I inhale slowly, forcing calm throughout my body. “I don’t know what that means.”
“I set our son a challenge, and he came out the winner,” she says, and frustration mounts because I still have no idea what that means. Charlie sees it, her shock fading away as a curious smile tilts her lips up.
“It means,” she drawls, “that my water just broke.”
