Something snaps. A balloon or something. I twitch and I struggle to sit up in bed.
My eyes dart to the alarm clock and I see it’s not even daylight yet. I feel groggy and out of sorts, but then my stomach cramps and I clutch it. I wince as a shudder rolls through me.
Then I feel it.
Wetness all around me, pooling between my legs.
“Nico?” I turn my head to my husband who’s sprawled out on his belly. I shake his shoulder.
“Huh? Anna, you okay?” he says, and I can tell he is fully awake with just a moment’s notice.
Fear and excitement fill me. Tears prick my eyes, and I bite my lip. Then I tell him.
“I think my water broke.”
It’s still too early. Three weeks till my due date, but this baby is so big, I guess he needed more room or something.
Nico didn’t even skip a beat when I woke him with the news. I’m so busy counting minutes between contractions I hardly notice him carrying me outside to the SUV and holding me the whole way to the hospital.