~Four months later~
Becca.
“I can’t do this,” I panted as the pain of contractions ran through me. “Goddamn it, Neal! Drive faster!”
There was nothing like being woken up at three in the morning by a soaked bed only to realize that your water had broken. At first, the pain was nothing more than slightly uncomfortable and feeling extra heavy below, but as time gradually went on, the pain began to spread.
“I’m going as fast as I can, Becca.”
“It’s f*cking not fast enough!” I screamed out as a cry of pain radiated through me.
“Becca, in and out. In and out,” Allegra said, soothingly, as she placed a cold cloth against my head.
I did as she said and continued the breathing exercises that the native island woman had told me to do in my classes, but it didn’t matter how much breathing I did, the pain was horrible.
