“Ouch.” I groan and rub at a tender spot in my lower back. I’ve been puttering around the kitchen for the past hour, cleaning compulsively to take my mind off of how weird I’ve felt all morning. Well, weird is probably the wrong word. I’ve felt crampy and had a backache for the last two hours.
I take a deep, shaky breath, and touch the firm bump of my belly.
Contractions. I guess that’s what these are.
Contractions.My heart hammering, I reach for my phone.
“Hello?” Grant’s deep voice offers me some temporary peace.
“Hi,” I say, intensely relieved. “I’m so glad you answered.”
“We’re on break. Are you all right?” He sounds a little out of breath. I knew he’d be at practice.
“I think I’m going into labor.”
There’s a brief pause on the other end of the line. Before I can check the conn
