He turns me around carefully and tips my head back, massaging the conditioner out of my hair. Reaching past me, he turns off the shower and steps out to grab me a towel. While he’s helping me dry off, I feel my stomach tighten again.
“Owwww, fuck!” I yell, trying to control my breathing for a few moments. “That was bad.”
“Hi, kids.” Gran’s voice comes up the stairs. “We’re here!”
“Gran,” Ryder yells. “We’re upstairs. Denise is in labour. And her contractions are coming right on top of each other.”
Less than a minute later Gran, Gladys, and Lana are joining us in the bathroom. Ryder has helped me kneel on the bathmat in front of the shower.
“Son of a fucking bitch asshole cocksucker!” I scream after another contraction. “This is not normal. What the fuck is happening. Why is my vagina on fire?!”
“OK, Ryder,” Gladys says, somewhere off in the distance. “You kneel behind Denise. Get ready to catch that baby.”
“What?!”
