Page 112 of Best Frenemies

I snort.

Me: I appreciate the offer, honey, but I’ve got it covered. But I wouldn’t mind a good foot massage tonight when we get home…

Mack: Your wish is my command.

About two months after I dropped the pregnancy bomb on him in the middle of the Staten Island Ferry, we found an apartment and moved in together. And honestly, it’s been nothing but bliss ever since.

Sure, Mack likes to purposefully get on my nerves sometimes, but the man is so damn thoughtful, so damn caring, that I don’t know what I’d do without him. He’s my rock. My everything.

Me: I love you.

Mack: I love you more.

Pfft.Doubtful, but I refuse to go down that rabbit hole that is the back-and-forth of the who-loves-whom-the-most discussion he always tries to pull me into.

Once I put my phone back in my desk drawer, I stand to my feet and head back to the whiteboard with the intention of writing out the first problem on the worksheet to make it easier to go over with my students.

But halfway to the board, I feel this intense popping sensation, and then, warm fluid gushes down my legs.

Oh no.

I look down at my feet and see a puddle of clear liquid.

Holy hell. I think my water just broke.

“Ms. Dayton?” Seth Brown’s voice fills my ears. “I don’t want to embarrass you, but I think you just peed your pants.”

I open my mouth to offer some kind of explanation that won’t freak out my whole class, but my stomach turns hard as a rock as an insanely intense contraction rolls through my body.

Goodness, I don’t think this is a Braxton-Hicks…

“Holy schnikes!” I groan and have to brace my hand on the board to stabilize myself as I breathe through it.

“Ms. Dayton?” Seth Brown’s voice is back. “Are you okay?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“I don’t think you’re okay,” he continues. “You look like my aunt Brooke did before she had to go to the hospital to have her baby.”

“Oh my goodness!” another student calls out. “You’re going to have your baby, Ms. Dayton!”

“Are you going to have your baby right now?”

“But someone has to be here to catch your baby!”

“I can catch a baseball really good!”

“Anyone got a glove?”

My class is in shambles now, but all I can do is shuffle over to my desk and pull out my phone again.

Help,I text to the one person I need right now.

And I swear, not even ten seconds later, Mack comes bursting through my classroom door like Cosmo Kramer onSeinfeld.

“Katy?”

“My water broke,” I manage to breathe out while another contraction starts to roll through my body.

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