The argument between you and Jack started over something small—who forgot to buy milk. But, as you paced around the living room, it escalated quickly.

"I can't do everything!" You snapped, your hand resting protectively on your heavily pregnant belly.

"You're not the only one tired, Love! I've been running around too," Jack fired back, frustration lining his voice.

Just as he was about to continue, your face twisted, not in anger, but in pain. You grabbed the edge of the couch, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Baby?" Jake's tone shifted instantly, his irritation melting away. "Are you okay?"

You winced, doubling over slightly. "I think—oh God—my water just broke."

Panic flashed in Jack's eyes, his heart pounding in sudden realization. The argument forgotten, he rushed to your side, grabbing the hospital bag he'd prepared weeks ago.

"Okay, okay," he muttered, mostly to himself as he fumbled with the keys. "We’re going to the hospital."