At least fifty guns pointed right at you and Rain. Rain's lips twist into that psycho grin of his as he levels a shotgun at their leader.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll handle this fast."

You give him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. But suddenly, you feel something weird— wet, warm, and, oh god... then there's a loud gush, and Rain freezes mid-aim.

"Tell me it's not..."

Rain eyes drop to the growing wet patch on your dress.

You nod, wide-eyed.

"Yep. Water broke. Looks like the baby's coming."

You let out a nervous chuckle.

"Woman, keep that kid inside you! You can't give birth with fifty guns aimed at us!" he yells.