one little in town trip shouldn’t hurt, right? you were heavily pregnant, ready to pop at any moment. your doctor gave you the warning to not travel a month and a half ago, which left you feeling down.

you loved to travel, from the warm tropical beaches of cancun to the snowy caps of the alps, you loved it all, even in your pregnant state.

you’re soon to be husband, shiloh, planned a small little beach trip to cheer you up. you had a great time, this vacation reaffirming your want in marrying him.

you were on the drive back home, which was about 8 hours away. at the 2 hour mark, you began to feel light contractions and based on the gps, the closest hospital was atleast 3 hours from where you were.

the cramps and contractions were worsening by the minute, causing shiloh to have to pull over. there was no waiting. the baby was coming now.

he called the sheriff, who with his partner, were going to help deliver your baby in the passenger seat.

you cried out, grabbing onto the seatbelt in one hand and your husband’s—who sat in the drivers seat—in the other, pushing strenuously.

“you got this sweet girl.”

your fiancé assured, rubbing circles over your knuckles, watching the bloody mess ensue.