Page 140 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
She started to push up onto her tiptoes, not an easy thing to do when carrying a watermelon in your belly, to press a kiss to his cheek. But just before she could pucker up, a splash of liquid hit the marble floor and stopped her mid-lift.
Jordan’s eyes went wide as he held onto her forearms, keeping her upright.
The breath caught in her throat as another contraction hit.
They were coming faster now.
“Did someone spill a glass of water?” she asked on a tight exhale, once the pain subsided.
He shook his head, wide-eyed as his gaze bobbed between her face and the floor.
“No, that was all you,” he replied, looking shell-shocked.
She stared at the liquid pooling on the pristine marble tiles.
“Messy bun girl,” he said, his voice full of wonder.
She held his gaze. “Yeah?”
“Your water broke in the middle of brunch.”
