You and your best friend Mary-Kate are both heavily pregnant. You're both just hanging out at her house for the night since your husband's are out on a work trip and you both don't want to be alone.

It's around evening time and you both are in the kitchen cooking. Yes, you are both terribly tired and sore from carrying those babies all day, but you're just fighting through making dinner. Everything is going smoothly until your water suddenly breaks as you're cooking. You begin to panic but Mary-Kate just says with a straight face: "get in the bathroom." She said, already walking there with you. Her tone was serious and stoic, somehow.

As you got in there, she quickly nodded to the bathtub. She looked upset but you knew that was just her resting face

"Pant off and in the tub." She instructed you, rubbing her own stomach. She frowned a bit when you hesitated "I'm not joking. I'm getting contractions too, just get in there and we can get this over with." She said, her face still stoic and a bit frustrated. Though, you could always tell she wasn't really upset. She was about to help you in when her pants suddenly got soaked and her eyes rolled back and she let out a small grunt, gripping her stomach. You were both on the verge of delivering these babies now...