The contractions started at 2 AM, week thirty-eight.
Liora woke to sharp pain radiating through her lower back. Regular. Intense.
“Dashiell.” She shook him awake. “It’s time.”
He was out of bed in seconds, already moving. “How far apart?”
“Five minutes. Maybe less.”
“Okay. Don’t move. I’ll get everything ready.”
He was a force of nature....