Owen turned to me, his hand automatically going to my belly. “How’s my girl?”
“Which one?”
“Both of you.”
“We’re hungry. Your daughter has been demanding tacos for the past hour.”
“Tacos sound good.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then my lips. “Come on. Let’s get you fed before you get hangry.”
“I don’t get hangry.”
“You absolutely get hangry.”
Ryat snorted. “She definitely gets hangry. Last week, she yelled at Syn for humming too loudly.”
“She was humming the same three notes over and over,” I defended, letting Owen help me to my feet. “It was like Chinese water torture but with sound.”
I stepped forward and stopped.
Something warm and wet flooded down my legs, soaking through my leggings and pooling on Syn’s hardwood floor.
Oh.
Oh no.
My gaze dropped to the puddle, then up at Owen. His expression went from amused to absolutely terrified in approximately two seconds.
“Harlow.” His voice came out strangled. “Did you just...”
“My water broke.”
“Your water broke.” He repeated it like he was trying to convince himself it was real. “Right now. Your water just broke. Right now.”
“That’s generally what happens when your water breaks.”
“But you’re not due for four more weeks.”
“Babies don’t really care about due dates.”
“Oh fuck.” He spun in a circle, his hands going to his hair. “Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck. Okay. Okay. This is happening. This isreally happening. We need to... I need to... the bag. Did we pack the hospital bag? Where’s the hospital bag?”
“At home.”
“At home.” His eyes went wide. “The bag with all the things is at home. All the important things. The baby things.”
“Owen…”
“I’ll go get it. I’ll drive home and get the bag and come back and…”
I reached out, grabbing a fistful of his hoodie. “You are not leaving me.”
“Right. Right. No leaving. Bad plan.” He looked at Ryat, who had also gone pale. “Hospital. We need to get to the hospital. Can you drive? I don’t think I can drive. My hands are shaking. Look at my hands.”
“I can see your hands.” Ryat frowned.
“They’re shaking.”
Ryat was already on his feet, pulling out his phone. “Yeah, I’ll drive.”
