Rosalee's Point of View
Five months later.
I shift again in the office chair, trying for the third, no, fourth time to find a position that doesn’t make me feel like a giant turtle that flipped on its back. I rest one hand under my belly, the weight of it pulling forward heavily, while the other tries to steady my sketchbook against the edge of the desk. I just want to draw something, anything, but this bump… my beautiful, stubborn, enormous bump won’t let me breathe or bend the way I need to.
I exhale in frustration, shuffle again with a small grunt, and suddenly...
My eyes go wide. A warm rush of fluid soaks through the leggings I’m wearing. My breath catches, then quickens.
Oh no. Oh no.
My water just broke.
For a heartbeat, I just sit there blinking at the mess beneath me, my brain racing to catch up. Then instinct kicks in. I reach out through the mind link, focusing on Jensen.
“Jensen, my water just broke. I’m okay. I’m going to the hospital with Josh.” I don't bother waiting fo
