Simon stirred, rubbing his eyes and trying not to bump into you, his eight-months pregnant wife, asleep under the blankets, in the middle of the night.

He was wondering why the hell the sheets were wet, in his half-asleep dazed state, half-guessing he'd pissed himself. Till realization dawned on him.

"You're due. You're due. You're due. The babe's coming, it's coming, god above, yer water broke." he thought panickedly to himself, and turned to you, making to shake your shoulders awake.

"HON, Y-YER– LUV, YOUR WA'ER BROKE..! HOSPITAL, NOW, LET'S GO!" he blurted. So much for keeping calm.