Then something happened.
“Holy shit! You’re soaking wet!”
Pulling my head back, I looked into his eyes. His smile faded. “I’m having a contraction, not an orgasm, you idiot!”
“What!”
“I think my water just broke.”
A horrified look hit his face.
“Oh, gross! Yuk! Eww!” He started gagging as he pulled his arm from my shorts and ran to the sink.
“What the fuck! I was trying to get you off at the same time my daughter was trying to come out! I’m going to hell!” He scrubbed his hands, then looked up. “It’s because I told Flash he wasn’t getting any more food, isn’t it! This is karma!”
I followed his stare to the ceiling. “What are you looking at, Finn?”
“Nothing. I was praying. Come on, we need to get you to the car and then to the hospital. How far apart are they?”
“Um…” I looked at the clock. “Fifteen minutes or so.”
“What? Why did you wait? Rory, we need to be able to have time to get to the hospital.”
“It’s ten minutes away, Finn, and the last contraction was thirty minutes ago. This one came faster.”
He helped me out the front door and into the car. “We’ve got this,” he said in a reassuring voice.
“?‘We?’?” I asked. “Last time I checked you were trying to have sex with me while I was having a contraction.”
Finn reached in and pulled the buckle around me. “Hey, in my defense, you were making your moaning noises like you wanted me.”
“I did want you.”
He smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah, but not anymore.”
“That is totally understandable,” he said, then lifted his hands. “Wait! I need your bag and I need to lock up the beast.”
“Hurry!” I cried as he ran back into the house.
Two minutes later Finn came running out. He tried to jump over a bush, but hit it and fell to the ground.
“Finn! Oh, my goodness, are you okay?” He stood, and my stomach turned.
Blood.
I covered my mouth and gagged.
“I’m good. Let’s go.”
Tossing the suitcase into the back of the car, he jumped in. I stared out the window, trying not to look at him.
“Let’s do this! Let’s bring a baby into the world.”
“Finn. Nose. Blood.”
I peeked over at him as he looked into the mirror. It was running down into his mouth. “I’m going to puke!” I cried out.