Sighing, Nick rested his body on the couch. He had been doing everything to keep up with his eight month pregnant wife, trying to occupy her and feed her strange cravings, and now that she’s asleep in their king size bed, this is the first instance of rest he’s experienced today. He figured that the closer the due date the harder the stress would be, but this was impossible. He couldn’t begin to understand how Kevin already had four kids, still little, and how Joe was on baby number two when Nick and Lucy were on baby number one. Just as his eyes rested in a peaceful rest, he heard his name being called. And as high of a guard he has, the way she said his name put him on high alert. “Nicholas!” she screeched. Without hesitation, Nick bounded up down the hallway, slamming the door to the side to see her holding onto her stomach with a painful wince, “My water just broke, I need to go to the hospital, fast.” “What?” Nick yelled as he tried to swallow the lump of fear in his throat, “But, you have a month! Y-you have four more weeks! You can’t be ready now! I’m not ready!” he panicked. “Baby,” she choked on her words the moment an intense contraction rippled through her stomach, “some things are never on time. Just get me to the hospital.” she whimpered helplessly. And in a blink of an eye, just as fast as he drove to the grocery store to satisfy her cravings, Nick drove his nervous wife to the hospital like he was in the Indianapolis 500. The entire ride, Nick’s hand was cupped in her own, and as silent as a glance goes, both of them looked at each other and were instantly covered in some sort of worry.