Maureen's POV
I couldn't stop pacing the room. We've been here for a few days now, and i just can't gather myself to accept it. There has to be a way out, and i was damn certain i was going to find it. My hair was a knotted mess. It wasn't because of sleep or the lack of a brush. It was from me constantly pulling and running my hands through it. The anxiety from all of this was driving me mad.
My dad sat and watched me. He didn't seem to be as worked up as i was. I mostly think he was only remaining calm for my benefit. I could see in his eyes that he was scared. Maybe not for himself, but defiently for me and my baby. "Sweetie, i really think you should sit down before you end up putting yourself in labor. This can't be good for the baby. Ontop of all this extra stress."
I stopped pac
