Lena's POV
Everything moved fast after that.
Abel had his phone out before I finished the sentence. Henry's hands were on my arms, steady, warm, already in motion. Claire was at the door. The legal team was on their feet and moving back and the room that had been mine thirty seconds ago was suddenly just a room we needed to leave.
"Can you walk?" Henry asked.
"Yes," I said. "I'm fine, I just…."
Another contraction hit.
Not fine.
Henry's grip tightened. He didn't say anything. He just held on and waited for it to pass and when it did he moved me toward the door with the calm efficiency of someone who had decided that nothing was going to go wrong on his watch and was prepared to personally enforce that decision against the universe if necessary.
Damien was already in the corridor.
