Stephanie's POV is
The last seven months were… weird. My stomach got huge. I waddled everywhere. Cane was amazing, honestly. He rubbed my feet, he put up with my weird food cravings at 3 AM, and he never complained. Well, he complained a little about the pickle and ice cream combo, but he still went out and got it.
But in the back of my mind, a little alarm was always beeping. Myron, Tiffany, Constantine… the whole Dario family. They'd been way too quiet. It felt like the calm before a massive, terrible storm. I kept telling Cane I had a bad feeling.
"You're being paranoid, Stephanie," he'd say, kissing my forehead. "They're not stupid enough to try anything. And even if they are, I'm here. Nothing will happen to you or our baby."
I wanted to believe him. I really did.
Tonight, we were just relaxing. Me, my giant belly, and Cane, all squeezed onto the couch watching some boring car show. I felt a weird cramp. Then another. And then a gush of warm water soaked the couch.
