Aria woke up on this bright Friday morning, absolutely convinced that walking would bring on labor.
"Everything I've read says walking helps," she told Damien as she paced laps around the penthouse living room for what had to be the hundredth time that day, with one hand pressed firmly against her aching lower back. "It uses gravity to help the baby move down, it helps dilate the cervix, and it can trigger contractions."
"You've been walking for three hours straight," Damien observed from the couch, where he'd been watching her with a mixture of concern and amusement. "Maybe you should take a break? Rest for a bit?"
"Can't rest. I need to get this baby out." Aria turned at the end of the living room and started another lap. "I'm so done being pregnant, Damien. So completely, and utterly
