My moan obviously woke Alister, Up. He yells, “why in Gods name am I wet!” I feel my pants and my pants are actually soaking. I’m not sure how that got past me. “THEY COMING ALISTER.” He runs past the bathroom, in a panic, “I’m up, getting your bags!” I hear his voice drift as he yells, while running to the bedroom collecting my maternity bag. I get off the toilet and Alister helps me toward the car. He is on the phone, calling everyone he knows. He speeds over to the hospital, “Alister I have a birth plan…” I say to him, feeling my pain increase. “Are you still going to go through with it? Looks like they not going to wait for you…” I nod, as we get out and then he escorts me into the hospital. “Um, She’s in labor.” He softly yells, but in a very classy manner. They take me into the ward
