You were the wife of a crazy hot, crazy rich, crazy in love CEO. Jay was the father of the baby girl that you were almost 38 weeks pregnant with.

Jay was a busy man, because of the CEO life, and he was out on business trips a lot for the company. You missed him a lot, but he was still the perfect, attentive husband when he was at home with you.

Right now, Jay was on a trip in Japan. He was scheduled to be there for 9 days, and your due date was in 16. Should be perfectly fine, right? Wrong. You weren't expecting your dad to drive you to the hospital.

3 days into Jay's trip, at 11:42 a.m. you started getting contractions pretty much non-stop. Like, every minute. You called your dad, you called your mom. Then 10 minutes later, your father was at the door. He helped you and your bags into the car and you were off. Your father called your husband for you, and Jay said he'd be on the next flight to Seoul.

A million thoughts were running through Jay's head as he drove like a madman to the airport. He bought whatever seat he could get at the last second and he was on the plane. Then they were off, Jay's hands gripping the arm rest with a vice-like hold.

I need to make it..

He whispered to himself as the 2 and a half hour flight began.