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I remember looking up at him and realizing he was supposed to be here for this moment.

It should have been Gram though.

But it wasn’t Gram.

It couldn’t be Gram.

I remember shutting my eyes and desperately wanting to talk to her.

Charles stayed calm. Telling me again that I needed to fight to stand and get out to the car.

I have no idea how I managed it.

I lost track of time during those moments.

But I ended up in Charles’s car.

He drove.

The pain increased.

My lower back. My sides. My stomach.

Pain down between my legs.

Pain down the backs of my legs and into my feet.

I never felt anything like it before.

For some reason a little voice in my head said this wasn’t just labor. This was something else.

I shut my eyes for a little bit, trying to breathe.

Charles sat next to me, driving, and he took deep breaths. Loud, deep breaths. His way of helping. Then he began to hum. Soft, sweet notes. Even more soothing than his voice.

I remember my teeth chattering.

Pain and fear hitting hard.

“Atlas,” I said at one point.

“Of course,” Charles said.

“Hannah…”

“Yes.”

“Atlas has a game. I can’t call him. I can’t tell him…”

Finally, tears flowed.

Charles touched my hand and asked for my phone.

The first thing he did?

Called Hannah.

I remember hearing his voice telling her what was happening.

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