[ELARA'S POV]
My water broke at two am on a Sunday.
I was getting up to pee for the millionth time when I felt it. Warm liquid running down my legs.
"Damian." I stood there. Frozen. "My water just broke."
He was up and moving in seconds. "Are you having contractions?"
"Not yet. Just... wet." I looked down. "Very wet."
"Okay. Okay. Let me call Marguerite. Get you to the hospital." He was already on his phone. Calm. Efficient. CEO mode even at two am.
Marguerite answered immediately. Promised to be there in twenty minutes.
I changed clothes. Grabbed the hospital bag. Tried to breathe through the panic building in my chest.
This was it. Baby number three was coming. Today. Right now.
The first contraction hit while I was putting on shoes.
Sharp. Sudden. Taking my breath.
"Fuck." I gripped the dresser. "Okay. That's a contraction."
"How bad?"
"Bad. Really bad." I breathed through it. "Way worse than the false labor."
