Her water breaks when she was still at her vanity brushing her and all she can think is that it's too early, it's too early, it's too early.

She can't even pack a bag, not through her tears and pain and fear. So he swallows his own and packs one for her, as she moves to sit on the bed and counts over and over again in her head.

"Finn?"

"Yeah?" he asks, snapping his head up and looking at her with worried brown eyes. "Are you okay?"

"It's only been 28 weeks," she whispers.

His heart drops, but he doesn't let her see so.

"It's only been 28 weeks," she mumbles again, her voice breaking, a new round of tears welling up in her eyes as he comes to stand in front of her.

He crouches down, puts his hand around the back of her neck and pushes her forehead forward to rest against his. He rests his other hand over her stomach lightly.

"We have to be strong for her," he tells her. "We have to be strong for our little girl. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you be strong for Katie Carole Hudson ?"

She bites her exhales loudly, nods slowly as tears fall from behind her closed eyelids.

"Good. Now, repeat after me. Everything's going to be okay."

"Finn," she cries.

"Come on, babe. You can do it. Everything's going to be okay."

She brings both of her hands up to grip his shoulders, holding onto him so tightly her knuckles turn white, nails digging into his skin.

She murmurs softly, brokenly, "Everything's going to be okay."