Ellen
It feels like I’m going to die. A hot, warm pain sears through me, a firestorm igniting in my womb and radiating outward. It’s too soon, I think, panic bubbling up like bile in the back of my throat. I grip the door handle, knuckles turning white as another contraction rocks my body.
“Christian!” I gasp, voice ragged with pain and fear. “What the hell are we supposed to do?!”
He glances at me, his handsome face etched with concern, and then his eyes widen in understanding. “You’re not lying about the baby coming now?”
“Lying?!” I snort at his ridiculousness. “Of course not! I would lie about this, but... it’s too early,” I whisper through clenched teeth, tears streaming down my cheeks. “It’s not supposed to happen yet.”
“Hey, hey,” Christian murmurs, reaching across the console
