Noah was pale as he got off the phone from Olivia’s dad and looked at Angela sitting cross-legged on his bed staring at him expectantly.
“Olivia is in labor, she-she wants me to be at the birth,” he said staring at his girlfriend with wide eyes. “We-we need to go.”
“I’ll call the others,” Angela said with a smile grabbing her phone and dialing Samantha’s number.
“Yes?” Samantha answered with a sigh as she sunbathed.
“Olivia is in labor, get Adam. Olivia wants Noah at the birth,” Angela said pushing at a stumbling and frightened Noah as they ran downstairs collecting the car keys. “Try and get Hayden as well because I can’t call while I drive and Noah is… Noah’s not doing so well...”
“It’s labor, not murder! I’ll be there soon,” Samantha said with a roll of her eyes collecting her shoe
