I took a few deep breaths, willing my heartbeat to slow down as I stared at the puddle on the floor of the nursery. I had come in here to rearrange a few things before the baby arrived, not realizing it was already too late. The baby was coming.
The first thing I did was reach for my phone to tell Luc that my water broke. As I paced the room, waiting for him to pick up, I looked down at my soaked leggings. If this man was out doing who knows what with people he shouldn’t be dealing with, I would kill him for missing the birth of our child.
When the ringing stopped to direct me to his voicemail, I just about tossed my phone into the crib. Though I had wanted a more neutral theme for the nursery, despite knowing the gender of our baby, Luciano argued for a blue nursery. We had painted it b
