As she stands, one of her hands flies to cover her mouth just as a cry wails through the monitor on our dresser. She looks up and meets my gaze as her body jerks with a heave. Panic hits me as she rushes past me toward the bathroom.
"Get the kids," she blurts, and a second later, the muffled sound of her heaving again flows from the bathroom.
The cry on the monitor is joined by a second one, and I sigh as I head to the nursery. This is the only part that I think might be tough for me. Trying to balance my attention between the kids and Faylinn because everything in me wants to be there at all times for all four of them, but I know damn well that isn't even physically possible. Right now, I want to be in the bathroom, holding my wife's hair again while also calling Medic because her
