It wasn't supposed to happen yet.

You're only 36 weeks, so it's not supposed to happen.

You told him to go. 'Help your dad' you said. What's the worst that could happen. You fucking jinxed it.

And now he's sprinting through the hospital, screaming at some poor nurse for your room.

He just about buckles at the knees when he sees you, breathing through heavy contractions, sweat slicking your hair down to your forehead.

"Oh.. baby.."

Is all he can manage.