Page 197 of Need You To Choose Me

“Blondie?” Large hands land on my waist. “Are you okay?”

I press my lips together and nod.

Blake’s serious eyes watch me for a moment. “You’re not okay. You’ve been rubbing your back this whole time.”

“I probably overdid it. Just give me a few.”

“There is no probably about it. Sit down.”

I open my mouth to protest, but Blake shoots me a death glare, so I let out a sigh and do as he asks.

“Happy?”

“Yes. Now be a good girl and stay seated like that. I’ll clean this up and bring the snacks.”

I watch him put all the boxes on top of each other and pick them up. My stomach tightens again, stronger this time.

“Are you really okay?” Levi asks as he snuggles next to me.

I wrap my arm around him. “I’m really okay.”

Levi nods, his attention on the TV. “Sav?”

“Yes?”

He tilts his head back. “Do you think Munchkin will come before Christmas?”

“I don’t know. It depends on when Munchkin is ready to come.”

“But when will he be ready?” He sits upright and turns to me. “How is Santa going to know if Munchkin is here so he can bring him a present? He needs to get a present.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to keep a straight face. “I’m sure Santa won’t forget about Munchkin.”

The pressure builds in my belly, making me squirm in my seat, but when nothing helps, I push to my feet. “I’m just going to?—”

The words die on my lips as I feel something trickle down between my legs just as Blake enters the room, two cups of hot chocolate in his hands.

“Sav, did you just pee your pants?”

My cheeks turn bright red at Levi’s question.

Holy shit.

“You did, didn’t you?” Levi pats my hand. “It’s fine, accidents happen. That’s what Dad always used to tell me.”

“Levi,” Blake chastises as he puts the cups on the coffee table. “We don’t point that stuff out. It?—”

“Blake?” I grab him with my free hand as another wave of pain spreads through me, this one stronger. “My water broke. It’s time.”

It wasn’t just back pain.

A contraction.

An actual contraction.

“It’s fine, babe, let’s go upstairs, and I’ll help you clean up. It’s not a big…” Blake trails off, and his brows furrow. “It’s time?” I watch as the realization slowly dawns on him. His eyes fall to my stomach, and for a moment, I think he might actually freak out. But then his head snaps up, his eyes meeting mine. I watch as different emotions play on his face. Uncertainty. Fear. Surprise. Excitement. Joy. “It’s time? You sure?”

I bite into my lower lip and nod, my throat feeling tight.

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