“Gena, baby girl, we need to take your shorts and underwear off so they don’t get soaked when your water breaks. I’m guessing that will be real soon.” Karen advises.
In moments, Gena is undressed from the waist down and layered appropriately with several sheets, one of which is such that it can be pulled back for the blessed moment. Just as Karen is angsting over the things they don’t have, Drissa and Drew come through the door with arms loaded down.
“We’ve got everything and more,” she exclaims. “Scissors, more sheets, cotton blend towels, a clean bucket of almost hot water, a spare bucket, sharp pocket knife, wire twist ties from the kitchen and some bottles of drinking water.”
“You guys did good, Drissa,” Karen compliments them. “Sure you haven’t done this before?”
“Nope. Went under
