Saved (Wanted 2)

I nodded my head and slowly made my way off the bed. Grabbing my normal attire from the last few weeks, I threw on a pair of sweat-pants and a T-shirt.

Jeff whipped up some scrambled eggs. Just as I was about to take a bite, I felt another contraction.

Oh shit.

I looked at Jeff with a panicked look on my face. His face went white in two seconds flat.

“Holy fucking shit. Contractions?”

I nodded my head.

“Shit! I didn’t time it…you had the other one like what…twenty minutes ago?”

“That sounds about right. ”

“Fuck!” Jeff jumped up and ran into the bedroom. When he ran by the kitchen, I saw he was carrying my bag that we’d packed for the hospital. He never even stopped.

At one point, he just tossed my flip-flops at me and told me to put them on.

One landed on top of the fridge, and the other hit me square in the face. Luckily, I was able to catch it. The one on top of the fridge was going to be a challenge.

I stood up, dropped the one flip-flop I had on the floor, and then walked over and grabbed the broom. I was able to knock the other flip-flop off of the fridge. It landed on the floor, and then I slipped that one on.

I reached for my purse and pulled out my cell. Oh yay! I had a signal.

I sent a text to my mother: Having contractions. About twenty minutes or so apart. Heading to Seton.

Less than a minute later my cell went off.

Mom: OMG! OMG! Dropping Matt off at Melissa’s and heading to Seton. Tell Jeff to drive safe. No! Tell Gunner to drive.

I let out a laugh and replied back with a simple okay. I picked up the land line and called Ellie and Gunner’s place. Ellie answered, and I told her I was having contractions. She screamed in my ear and then screamed for Gunner, saying they had to leave to meet us at Grams and Gramp’s place. Then, the bitch hung up on me.

Okay. I’m the one having shooting-ass pains, and I’m the one that’s about to push a watermelon out of a hole the size of a grape. What the fuck are they all freaking out about? Why am I the only one who is calm?

Gunner would be calm. I could always count on Gunner.

Jeff came running back, going straight by the kitchen, before skidding to a stop.

“Oh there you are, baby! What are you doing? I sent a text to Gunner. We have to meet him at Emma and Garrett’s house. So, um, let’s go. We have a long drive. Have you had another contraction?”

I smiled at him and shook my head.

“Have you called Dr. Wyatt’s?”

“No. ”

He pulled out his cell and looked at it. “Fuck!” He ran over to the land-line and started to dial.

“Oh yeah, hi…she’s um…she’s having contractions. ”

Oh dear Lord. I rolled my eyes.

“Who? Oh yeah, Ari. . . Arianna Johnson…she’s my wife…. well shit, you know that. Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to swear, but I kind of have to go now…we have a long drive. . . twenty minutes…two. . . yeah. . . okay. No, I’m not driving. . . No! Of course, I’m not going to make her drive…okay, yeah …I’m calm… sure. Who? Ari? Yeah, she’s just standing here leaning against the kitchen island smiling at me… I think she might be in shock…she’s too calm if you know what I mean. Okay, right…on our way. ”

Fuck a duck. I would have given anything to have recorded all of that. Damn.

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