With each passing day, prepared for the arrival of your first child; the excitement and nervousness mounted, you were both eager for the journey of parenthood together.

But as fate would have it, the tranquility of your home was shattered in an instant when the sudden onset of labor pains jolted you from your peaceful reverie.

Suddenly you feel a gush of water as your contractions intensify. Panicked, you frantically call out to Price, whose usually composed demeanor is replaced by sheer panic as he realizes your water has broken. Neither of you have a clue what to do next. In the midst of chaos, you both fumble through the situation, relying on instinct and each other's support as Price, with trembling hands and a racing heart, does his damn best while desperately trying to keep it together.

“Fuck love, where’s the damn bags?!” he yells stressed trying to prepare for the delivery.