Page 89 of Full House

“Nate?” she yelled as loud as she could from her prone position.

“Victoria?” She saw Nate enter the living room a worried expression on his face. “What’s going on?” He looked over at Byron before sitting beside her, wrapping an arm around her hips. “Sweetheart, talk to me. What’s the matter?”

She gave Nate her weight, dropping her face to his chest, moaning.

“What’s wrong with her?” Nate spoke over her head, his voice rumbling through his chest and into her ear.

“I don’t know.” She heard Byron answer.

“Tori, please say something,” Nate said, sounding desperate. When she didn’t answer, she heard him shout to Byron, “Call nine-one-one.”

And a second later, Byron said, “Shit, my phone’s dead.”

“God, damn it! Sweetheart, I need to stand up to get my phone from my pocket.”

She groaned as she was jostled, and fell to her side, curling into a fetal position in the spot Nate had vacated. Panting, she desperately hugged her stomach.

Slitting her lids, she saw Nate pacing as he frantically spoke into his phone, getting more frustrated as he shouted questions which Byron didn’t know the answers to.

She moaned loudly, drawing Nate’s attention. He came to her side, and she clutched at his hand, begging him with her eyes and whispering, “The baby. Something’s wrong with the baby.” Then mustering all her strength, she pulled in a deep breath and cried, “Nate, please tell them to hurry!”

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