Kane

Emory sits up, her face scrunched up in discomfort. I’m about to ask her if she’s okay before she lets out a pained scream. I lean up, placing a hand on her back to comfort her. She’s breathing quicker, her green eyes wide in realization.

“The baby is coming.”

I nearly jump out of my skin. Fear has me by the throat. It’s too soon. The baby isn’t supposed to come for a few more days. Even then, that’s earlier than we initially expected.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Another contraction makes Emory grab my hand, squeezing my fingers as she breathes through the pain.

“I’m sure,” she groans....