“She’s having contractions,” I tell him.

“I’m fine.” She waves her hand out. “My water hasn’t broken, and I read online that it’s normal to have some contractions as you get ready to give birth.”

“So now we’re using Google instead of a doctor?” I ask sarcastically and she glares at me. “Were going to the hospital, I’ll grab that bag you’ve been packing and repacking for the last month.”

“I’m not going to the hospital, it’s Thanksgiving.”

“I think you should go to the hospital,” Harmony tells her.

“I’m not going to the hospital,” she argues.

“You are, even if I have to carry your ass kicking and screaming out of the house, you’re going to the hospital and staying there until a doctor tells me that you can leave.”

“I’m not having our son on Thanksgiving.” Her chin wobbles and fuck if that isn’t a kick right to the gut.

“If he’s coming you don’t have a choice,” Nico puts in, and she looks at her mom.

“Honey, you need to get checked out,” Sophie tells her.

“Oh no, no, no.” Willow pants as everyone who was hanging out in the living room comes to stand around the island.

“It’s safe to say that your water broke,” Harmony says, and I look down finding the floor wet.

“Shit.” I carefully pick her up and start walking with her toward the door.

“I need to change.” She says and when I drop my eyes to her and see the tears on her cheeks I give in and carry her to our room.

After I help her change into a pair of sweats, I grab the baby bag from the closet and then lead her into the living room where everyone is running around.

“I’ll drive,” Nico says, stepping in front of me, so I toss him my keys.

“We’ll lead the way in Nico’s truck,” Tucker says as he and Miles head for the door.

“We’ll be right behind you,” Sophie says as Willow stops walking and whimpers.

Picking her up I kiss her forehead then head out the door with everyone.

I load her into the backseat then climb in with her as Nico gets in behind the wheel. When Miles and Tucker pull out ahead of us with the lights on, I breathe a little easier because I know we should be to the hospital soon.

“I feel like I need to push,” she whispers, squeezing my hand and any ease I felt a second ago is swiped out from under me.

“Don’t pus...”

“Push if you need to,” Nico cuts me off.

My palms start to sweat. I mean I’ve read some baby books, but I do not know how to deliver a baby.

The moment we pull up to the emergency room I’m so relieved that I might pass out and as I help her out of the car, a nurse comes out with a wheelchair and places her in it. After explaining that her water broke, and her contractions are close and she’s feeling the urge to push she’s rushed right to a room while I fill out paperwork and Nico goes to park.