“I’m relaxed.”
She raises an eyebrow.
I lean down slightly so only she can hear. “You’re carrying my kid. I’m not relaxed.”
Her expression softens for half a second before she masks it with a grin.
“You’re still playing with fire,” she whispers.
“You’re still my stubborn little hotshot.”
She beams. The event hums around us—kids running with lemonade cups, church ladies gossiping about raffle prizes, the crew setting up dunk tanks.
It feels normal.
Which is why the moment her grip tightens unexpectedly, I notice instantly.
She goes quiet.
“Sadie?”
Her face shifts—confused, then focused.
“Don’t freak out,” she says calmly.
I immediately freak out. “What?”
“I think—” She stops mid-sentence and inhales sharply. A second later, her eyes widen. “Oh.”
“Oh what?” I demand.
She looks down between us. Then back up at me. “My water just broke.”
The world tilts. “What?”
“It’s fine,” she says quickly. “It’s just?—”
“Now?”
“Yes, Levi, now.”
The church ladies freeze like statues. Tyler drops a stack of flyers. Mrs. Dottie gasps so loudly I think she might faint. I don’t hesitate. I scoop Sadie into my arms before she can protest.
“Hey!” she yelps, gripping my shoulders. “I can walk!”
“I know.”
“You’re being dramatic!”
“You’re having a baby!”
“That is how this works!”
The crew snaps into motion like a call just came in.
Sawyer shouts, “Get the engine!”
“Seriously?” Sadie laughs breathlessly.
