***Seven Months Later***
"Harry, the baby is going to be born any day now!" I squealed in joy.
"I can't wait to see what she looks like!" Harry responded from the kitchen.
"So are we going to name her Florence or Alisa?" I asked.
"I like the name Alisa," Harry replied. "It's different and cute."
"Remember when we tried to make cake?" I said pointing at the tv. Kitchen Fail was on.
"Yep," Harry said filling out a slip for the day care. A sharp pain then hit my stomach.
"Ahhh! Harry! Can't! Breathe!" I cried. He looked at me terrified. "Take me to the hospital now!"
"Come on," he said helping me off the sofa. "Breathe..." He said calmly. It seemed though as if he did the breathing for me.
"I CAN'T BREATHE!" I yelled, gasping for air. "GET THE BAGS!" I demanded. We packed a week ago for the hospital just in case the baby came early.
"It ms going to be okay love," he said closing the car door. "I'm calling my mum."
"Drive faster!" I yelled while he pulled out of the drive way.
"I'll get pulled over!" He said focusing in the road. "We're almost there babe."
"Harry!" I cried clutching my fist. "Uhh. It. Hurts!" I said breathing heavily between each word.
"We're here," he said pulling up quickly. "Come on," he said holding my hand. I gripped it tightly, causing him to wince in pain.
"Harry!" I continued to cry.
"I'm here babe," he said kissing my cheek. We got into the delivery room as I continued to cry.
"Is Anne coming?" I asked, still crying. My mom was in Canada for a ski trip so she wasn't coming.
"Yeah, she's on her way," he assured. "Just continue to breathe."