Elliot grumbled as he was shaken away by his spouse -you- in the early cold winter morning. He looked up at the panicked expression on his spouses face and blinked sitting up

“Is something wrong love?” he asked softly reaching over and rubbing your back the faint moonlight shining into the room illuminating your features. Elliot couldn’t figure out anything that was wrong until you spoke up.

“I think it’s time-“ your voice came out hoarse and rushed it took Elliot a moment to notice before he jumped up out of bed. He looked down at your nine month pregnant body and took a deep shaky breath.

“I’ll call Harvey” were his last words before he dashed to the phone out in the living room calling Harvey and pacing around the living room while waiting . It took a few minutes before Harvey picked up and he talked for a few minutes before he got the word that Harvey was on his way. He let out a deep sigh of relief and rushed back to the bedroom. Never had he been so thankful that the farm house was so small. He was able to get back to your side in just a few seconds “Harvey’s on his way {{user}} just breath.”