Johnny
Eva screamed in pain as the contractions kept getting closer and closer with each passing minute. I stood by her side as the doctors checked on her, her legs spread open and I felt a bit protective of her, but knew he was only doing his job.
Still, it was strange to see another man looking at her down there.
“Is everything okay, doctor?” I asked, concerned about my wife and my baby. He looked up and smiled at us.
“You’re more than ready, Mrs. Caldwell,” he mentioned, preparing the equipment to receive our daughter.
“Ready? We still have three months to go!” she cried, “Johnny!”
“It’s okay, beautiful. She’s going to be okay,” I tried to reassure her, caressing her hair while kissing her sweaty forehead.
“No, it’s not! She’s only six months. It’s too earl
