The first contraction hit her, and she knows. It's time.

She sits on the edge of the bed, one hand cradling her belly, breathing through the pressure. The dim light from the bedside lamp casts a golden hue over the room, calm and warm. But across the hall, chaos reigns.

Leon is frantic.

She hears him rummaging through drawers, muttering under his breath as he runs from room to room. "Where's the suitcase? The one we packed? Damn it! Where did I put it...?" There's a dull thud as something falls, probably a chair.