My brother is still refusing to talk to me and at this point, I’m angrier than sad. It hurts like hell, but he’s taking it way too far when it really isn’t that big of a deal.I wish he would just grow up and let me explain myself.
“Right, sorry, I don’t mean to be a bitch. I’ve just had enough. I need them out, like now!” Emma stomps her foot dramatically on the floor then groans loudly as she throws her head back with exasperation. “And now I pissed my pants. Just fucking great! I swear I’ve had enough of this pregnancy!”
All our eyes widen as we watch the huge wet stain spread beneath her. “Umm, Em… I don’t think you peed.”
“Babe, I think your water just broke.” Cecilia grins with excitement.
Em’s eyes go wide as she tries to look down between her legs. But her belly is so ginormous, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t see anything. “Oh my God! Is it happening? Like, really happening? Right now!?” She takes on a panicking tone.
“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t seem to be having any contractions yet, so let’s stay calm and get ready, okay?” Cecilia comes to her side quickly, rubbing her arm.
“Okay, yeah. I… I need to call my dad and your parents.” Emma looks at me.
My parents took Gracie and Dante to an indoor amusement park to give Emma a break as well as giving us some girls’ time. It’s something we all desperately needed, since we hadn’t really hung out together since Shane’s birthday, and Emma wasn’t even there.
I’ve seen Ronnie a few times since, and the rest of them once, but that was it. With Morgan being busy with the twins, Emma too exhausted to leave the house, and Cecilia taking on more work since Emma is on maternity leave, we haven’t had many occasions to get together.
“I’ll call my parents and your father,” I tell her as I fish out my phone. “I’ll see if Sam could take over watch as well.”
“Okay, good. I need to get changed, I’m all sticky and gross.” Emma scrunches her face as she pulls herself up from the chair with difficulty.
“If he can’t, call Mira. She won’t mind watching the kids,” Cecilia says to me before returning her focus to Emma. “Where are your bags, babe?”
“In the car, everything’s already there. I just need my purse,” Emma tells her quickly.
“Okay, I’ll get your purse and start the car. Lionel, would you mind going up with her so she can change?” Cece asks Lionel who’s been sitting at my side quietly.
The girls were all surprised to find out he was back, even more surprised when I told them it wasn’t Shane’s insistence but Julian’s. But they all get along with him, so he fits in perfectly.
“On it,” he says as he stands and walks over to Em. “Come on, pretty lady. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I’ll try to get a hold of the guys. I know they’re supposed to be landing any minute,” Ronnie says as she taps at her screen before placing her phone to her ear.
We all get to our tasks quickly and five minutes later, Emma reemerges with Lionel at her side, and compared to earlier, she now seems in pain. “Is everything good with the kids? What about Greyson, is he on his way?” She looks at all of us.
“Sam’s going to meet my parents here and watch over the kids until we get back. Your father is leaving his office and meeting us at the hospital,” I inform her.
“None of the boys are picking up yet. But I sent them all a message to join us there as well and call the minute they see my message.” Ronnie smiles sympathetically at Emma.
“Oh God, what if their flight was delayed? What if they don’t make it on time? I can’t go through this alone!” Em bends over with a hand on her stomach as she groans loudly. I’m guessing the contractions have started.
“It’s going to be fine. You won’t be alone, we’re all here with you,” Cecilia says calmly while rubbing Em’s back.
“But… but what about my birthday party in two days!?” she whines and I can’t help but giggle. Leave it to Em to worry about a birthday party while she’s in labor.
“Emma, you’re about to have two beautiful babies in your arms. There won’t be a party. It will just have to wait until you’re back on your feet,” Ronnie tells her softly.
“Ugh! Why does this have to happen to me!” she whines, stomping her foot again but then doubles over as another contraction hits.
“Okay, let’s get you to the hospital before I’m forced to deliver this baby in the middle of the room.” Lionel chuckles as he ushers her out of the house with us following closely behind.
By the time we get to the hospital, her contractions are worse, and we still can’t get a hold of anyone. She’s now been placed in a room with me, my mother, and her father at her side. She didn’t want me to leave and has been making me call Greyson every minute.
“AHHH!!!” Emma screams in pain. “God, why is this happening now!? Why isn’t he picking up!?”
“I’ll try again,” I tell her soothingly as I video call my brother once more. Relief fills me when the call connects and my brother’s face shows up on my screen. The camera moves around as he sits down in the car, and I hear Silas’s voice in the background.
“Greyson?” His name almost sounds foreign on my tongue with how long it’s been since I last said it.
