A FEW MONTHS LATER
ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:
We had the bag packed. The baby room was finished. We'd practiced breathing. Talked to doctors. Watched all the videos. But when the first contraction hit… none of that mattered. It was two in the morning. I woke up with a sharp pressure in my lower back, my whole body tightening like a rope pulled too hard. I sat up, gasping, hand flying to my stomach. Michael stirred beside me, groggy.
"Isabella?" Michael asked.
I didn't have time to answer before the second wave hit stronger, hotter, and far too real.
"Michael." I said, voice shaking. "It's happening."
"What? Now? Are you sure?"He asked.
I didn't even have to answer. My face must have said it all. He fumbled for his phone, nearly knocking over the lamp.
"It's happening! She's in labor! Guys, wake up!"Michael shouted.
