Matt

I sat on the edge of the stupid plastic chair, my head in my hands.

How had this happened? We were acting like assholes and worrying for nothing. It seemed truly fitting that nothing ended up being wrong, and who was to blame? Well, all of us.

I couldn’t even blame it on Rain for jumping to conclusions because we all were acting like it.

"False labor," I muttered, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet. "We nearly broke land-speed records getting here for false labor."

Or as they were technically called Braxton-Hicks contractions. When we were going to the classes with Lia, we just assumed that labor...