Page 122 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

As I turned, a strange sensation pulled low in my abdomen. I was just about to tell him I thought that was a great idea when a rush of fluid spilled down my legs. I looked at the floor then up at Xander in shock. The plate I’d been holding shattered on the floor.

“Oh, fuck. Is that what I think it is?”

“Um…” I looked again at the puddle by my feet, my mind blanking on what I was supposed to do.

“Rayne?” Xander was in front of me. “Call Hale.” He shoved his phone in my hand. “Where’s your broom?”

“Um… “ There was glass everywhere. “The broom’s…” I pointed toward the pantry. “Where’s my phone?”

“I don’t know. Just use mine. It’s already ringing.”

I brought it to my ear as I started to hyperventilate.

“Xander, I just landed.”

“Hale?”

“Rayne?”

Panic welled-up inside of me. Hale was my always in charge, always punctual, and always logical person, and he wasn’t here! “Honey, my water broke.”

“Shit! Where are you?”

“Standing in the kitchen. Xander’s here. Willow went for a walk with Andrew and Elara. I don’t know what to do.”

“Okay, listen to me, baby. You’re going to get into Xander’s car and let him drive you to the hospital.”

“No, I don’t want to do that.”

“What do you mean, no? Baby, your water broke.”

“The books say sometimes that can happen days before the birth.”

“That may be true, but I still think you should get checked out. Youwere having contractions this morning. Have you had any more?”

“No…” I lied.

“Rayne, are you lying?”

“Maybe…”

“Baby, please just get in the car with Xander and let him drive you to the hospital. Either that or call my dad or your mom and have them take you. I can meet you there.”

“I’ll call Remington.”

“Okay, but you need to leave in the next ten minutes, Rayne. Promise me.”

“All right. I promise.” As soon as I hung up the phone another contraction hit, this one long and painful enough to make me grip the counter.

“Rayne? What can I do?”

“Son of a mother-fucker!” I blew out a breath and met Xander’s wide-eyed stare. Something told me there wasn’t time to call Remington. “I need you to drive me to the hospital.”

“No, no, no, no. I’m not trained for this. There has to be someone else.”

“God, you truly suck.” I held out the phone to him. “Do you have Remington’s number in here?”

“Yes, but I doubt he’ll take my call.”

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