Vivienne POV
Vivienne groaned softly as another contraction rippled through her body. She shifted on the couch, trying to make herself comfortable. Grayson sat across the room, completely oblivious, strumming his guitar and humming softly to himself.
“You okay, Foxy?” he asked, glancing up with a smile.
“Totally fine,” Vivienne said, forcing a casual tone as she gripped the armrest tightly. The last thing she wanted was to set off his infamous panic mode before it was absolutely necessary.
She’d been timing the contractions for the past hour, and they were getting closer together. But she wasn’t ready to face Grayson’s over-the-top freakout yet. She could already picture him frantically packing bags they’d packed weeks ago and calling an ambulance instead of just driving to the hospita
