~~~~FIVE MONTHS LATER~~~~
I bolted up in my bed, sitting in a wet substance. But I haven't wet the bed since I was four. And then a shot of pain went through me, and I gasped.
"Xander," I managed to say, and he was immediately sitting up and cradling me, worry filling his eyes. "I think the baby's coming." Xander's eyes became wide in the dark, and he quickly picked me up bridal style. "I need to change first," I groaned. He only nodded and rushed to the dresser. He pulled out some black capri leggings, a black sports b*a, and a light pink zip up sweatshirt.
He helped me change into my clothes, slipped some toms on my feet and grabbed my hospital bag, which had been packed for two weeks now, from the corner of the room and rushed out. He ran out to the garage and gently set me in the pa
