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“I have to use the bathroom,” she says, sitting up, clearly uncomfortable.
“Alright, let me grab the nurse.”
Pressing the button on the remote attached to the bed, I stand and place some pillows behind Georgia’s back to make her more comfortable.
The nurse is pretty fast getting back into the room, walking in with a happy smile on her face. “What can I help you with?”
Georgia’s face turns a little pink, and she doesn’t meet the nurse’s gaze when she says, “I have to pee. Is that allowed?”
To her credit, the nurse doesn’t laugh at Georgia’s question. “Of course, honey. Let’s get you untangled.”
The two of them work together to get the cords off Georgia’s stomach, and in less than a minute, Georgia is walking to the restroom on the other side of the room.
The nurse stays in the room, waiting for her to return so she can hook her back up, and I tap my foot against the ground, nervous to have Georgia out of my sight.
I sigh in relief when the door swings open two minutes later. But Georgia doesn’t make it further than the doorway before she stops again, looking down at the floor.
I follow her gaze, my mouth dropping open when I see what she’s looking at.
There’s a puddle around her feet, soaking the ground below her.
Georgia looks back up, finding my eyes first and then the nurses. “Maybe I peed on myself.”
This time, the nurse does laugh. “No, honey, your water just broke. And I think you’re here to stay until that baby comes out.”
Chapter 13
Georgia
35 Weeks
This must be what the fiery depths of hell feel like.
Fire licks through my veins, pooling until it meets in my stomach and wraps around to my back.
I want to scream, but it does nothing except tire me quicker. I learned that within the first hour of being here. Now we are on hour three, and I’ve given up on finding relief.
The nurse asked me if I wanted an epidural, but I’m determined to do this the natural way.
“How are you feeling?” Nurse Kathy asks, walking into the room.
If this pain is from hell, then this woman is from heaven. She has been my savior since I realized this was actually real.
“Like I’m going to die,” I deadpan, but she doesn’t take my sarcasm to heart. Instead, she offers me a smile and shakes the cup in her hand.
“I brought you ice chips, though. You can’t die before you’ve had those delicacies.”
Grayson snorts, and I glare at him.
He loses the smirk on his lips and mouths, “Sorry.”
I groan and throw my head back to stare at the ceiling.
My husband has also been heaven-sent. He’s been the calm to my panic, assuring me that it will be okay every time I start to freak out.
Tears pool in my eyes.
“Did you talk to my mom, Grayson?” I ask, as Kathy busies herself with checking mine and the baby’s vitals.
