Caitlyn woke with a start. It was the middle of the night, fan whooshing in the background, covers still neatly stacked over her swelling frame. There was a hard tightening in her lower stomach, like a big cramp. She winced and held her stomach. After a few minutes though, it went away. Soon though, it returned.

She wasn't due for several months, so she guessed it had to be Braxton Hicks. It doesn't mean it was pleasant, it hurt like hell and it was serving no real purpose. Caitlyn blew out a heavy breath and rubbed over her swollen stomach.

Before she could leave for the bathroom to keep this from her wife, it was already too late. She was stirring and sitting up.