(Emery’s POV)
The adrenaline wore off fast.
Too fast.
By the time they were back at the lake house, Emery’s legs ached, her chest felt tight, and her vision was starting to fuzz at the edges.
She chalked it up to shock.
Until the pain started.
Deep.
Low.
Wrong.
She didn’t want to say anything. Didn’t want Luca to panic.
But when the first cramp hit — a deep, twisting bolt of heat and pressure that nearly dropped her to the floor — she knew this wasn’t just stress.
Something was very, very wrong.
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“Luca!” she gasped, gripping the edge of the counter.
He turned mid-conversation with James, eyes going wide as he sprinted to her side.
“What is it? Emery—talk to me.”
Her knees gave out.
He caught her before she hit the floor.
“I—I think something’s wrong with the baby,” she w
