“Emma?” Hands shaking as I locate his number and pull the cell to my ear, stomach doing a nosedive. Eyes on her incredibly calm face and falling into the first stages of freak out.

“Don’t panic.” Emma smiles gently. “These things take hours; this is just a twinge, and I just want to be sure he’s here, in case it’s not.” She smooths a hand over mine on the table and yet moves her chair back so she can sit further down in it. I watch her tilt her head back and take some deep breaths as Jake’s cell seems to ring for eternity.

I chew on my lip, tap my foot harder and tap the table with my nail as it rings, and rings, and bloody well fucking rings.

Pick the fuck up!

“Sophabelle. What can I do you for?” Jake jokes down the phone and I practically sigh with relief at his voice. Typically playful, yet I’m on the verge of yelling at him for taking beyond an average amount of time to answer his goddamn cell.

Doesn’t he realize his wife is pregnant!

“Your wife requires your presence. Soon, like yesterday.” I gush down the phone, stomach in knots. I aim a worrying glance towards her, and I’m alarmed to see her panting; her hands splayed on her stomach and her eyes closed tight. Emma’s withdrawn internally and clearly no longer here with me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

that serious tone. He sounds very much like ‘bossy asshole of New York’ and I instantly calm, knowing this version of

to deal with this kind of shit at all. Emma is still sitting the same way, lost inside her own head and it’s clear as day to see she is breathing through the pain. I have no idea what I should be

in minutes.” Jake sounds alien, panicked I guess, strangely cool despite it though. The thought of his beautiful girl in pain and not being here with her. I know what he’s like; he will

… you know. Hurry, cos I don’t know what to do.” I bite

girl.” Jake is quick to make me feel calmer, something reassuring in his commands, something that snaps me out of child brain, and

and tries for

not how it normally goes.” She pants again, tensing under my fingers and screws her

would. Just calm and quiet, dealing with it internally. She is

I slide down and put an arm around her, mind on a focus and trying to get my shit together, for her, for Jake. Emma isn’t a big girl, besides the bump. She’s a little shorter than me and despite her curvy figure, she is quite petite. I’m not overly tall or built, but I am strong and athletic, and I am fairly sure I can get her

totter with her when I try to get her upright over her bump. Jake always makes this look so effortless and I internally scold him for his height and strength, and the lack of his presence. I have my arms around her back and hers on my shoulder, easing her slowly

and this time

cannot handle

maybe panic, reflecting back at me. “So .... Fast” She struggles to talk, her

coming, he’s on his way. He won’t be long.” I try to soothe her, but my voice is shaking crazily, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. I’ve never been at a birth in my life, let alone watched anyone give birth. I managed to dodge all the sex-ed classes in school, for obvious reasons,

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