EMMA'S POV
At thirty-four weeks, I wake up to cramping.
It's three in the morning. Dominic is asleep beside me.
I lie still, timing the pain. It comes and goes. Probably Braxton Hicks contractions, the practice ones Dr. Patel warned about.
But they're getting stronger.
"Dominic," I whisper.
He wakes immediately. "What's wrong?"
"I'm having contractions."
He's out of bed instantly. "We need to go to the hospital."
"Wait. Let me time them first. They might be false labor."
We time them for twenty minutes. They're irregular but painful.
"We're going," Dominic says, already getting dressed.
At the hospital, they hook me up to monitors. The nurse checks everything.
"You're having contractions, but you're not dilated. Probably Braxton Hicks, but we want to monitor you for a few hour
