"Hey it's me. Call me back when you get this message. Bye."

"Hey, me again. Don't freak out or anything but I need to talk to you...call meeee, Coryyyyy..."

Lea tossed her phone on the couch and let out a groan of frustration as she leaned her head back against the cushions. Things didn't seem to be in to much of a rush-they weren't moving as quickly as they had with Eliza-but she was sure it was only a matter of time until the clock started ticking and the pain became apparent. Right now she was reveling in the fact that she was remaining calm and collected and figured the longer it took for her to make it a big deal and panic, the worse it would be if Cory didn't answer his goddamn phone in time. She was 8 and a half months pregnant for god's sake, couldn't the man put his phone on vibrate in his pocket or something? She picked up the phone again, giving her mother a call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me! Did I wake you?"

"No, your father just went to bed, I was about to follow. How are you feeling?"

"Umm...well my water broke a few minutes ago and Cory is at a concert about five miles away so...not to far. He should be finishing up in like 15 minutes and I left him messages.

"Ooh Lea!...Are you feeling any pain? What are-"

"I'm fine! Totally fine. It hasn't really kicked in yet. Physically or mentally, I don't think. I'm totally fine. I'm just going to have him take me when he gets home which should be like 20 minutes. Can you come over and sit with me? Eliza's in bed so..."

"I'll be right over, you just stay calm."

"I am calm."

"Well...I know you so I'm telling your future self to stay calm. I'll be over."


The door shut and Cory hummed to himself, tapping the counters and table to the beat of his music. "Hmm hmm hmmmmm hm hmmm ba-ba-dooooowww! Lea? You still awake?" He called softly, hoping not to wake any sleeping occupants within the house. A soft whimper answered his question and he entered the living room to see Edith Sarfati rubbing circles in her daughter's back. "...Um."

"Why didn't you answer your fucking phone!" Lea scolded, slowly getting up from her spot on the sofa and grabbing the bags that were occupying the chair.

"It...It died and I didn't have my charger. What's happening? Is it the baby?"

"I was just about to drive her to the hospital, we weren't going to wait any longer, so you came just in time. But you can take her now, I'll stay with Eliza."

"I left you messages because my fucking water broke!"

Cory's eyes widened and he grabbed the bags out of her hands, twisting in different directions. "Do we need anything? No? No. Okay, let's go. Yeah. Let's just go."

Edith craned her neck to give her daughter a kiss on the forehead, softly mumbling something into her ear before giving her arm an encouraging squeeze. Cory held a bag over her head as she made her way to the car, attempting to shield her from the pouring rain. Once they were buckled and out of the driveway he took a moment to glance at his partner. "You okay? I'm so sorry..."

Lea nodded quickly and closed her eyes, taking a slow breath. "I'm just trying to stay calm right now because the traffic is going to be terrible at this hour and I'd love to not be screaming obscenities at you by the time we make it to the emergency room."
Cory bit his lip and rubbed her knee affectionately, keeping his other hand at the wheel.


To say that Lea Michele had road rage was an understatement. The woman had road infuriation. If that was a word. She would curse drivers out and flip the bird like no other if they decided to live up to the standards of non-mobile New York traffic. And tonight it seemed like the streets of the city were frozen with jams of cars and taxi cabs ready for the arrival of exciting night life.

Lea was ready for the arrival of something else. "Tell that fuckin' asshole to move his goddamn car! I'm having a baby here! Honk at them, honk Cory."

"Honking isn't gonna help babe..." Cory frowned in sympathy. "This is the way to the hospital so if we turn up there it'll take just as long."

What was worse than her rage was the tears and it made the Canadian debate getting out of the car and running to a doctor. "Cory! Cory...Please drive faster, please, okay? I'm-I'm not okay."

"You're okay, boo. We're almost there."

"You don't fucking knooooow!" She let out a flustered cry and covered her face with her hands, trying to get comfortable in the seat. "Turn up there."

"It'll take just as long, babe, I promise you. Mind as well do this straight shot to the-"

"I said turn!"

"Okay."

As they came to the light, Cory turned to a new road and nearly jumped as a hand waved in his face. "Pull over."

Hell no.

"Lea..."

"Cory." Her voice was shaky but calm and it despite the fact that she was probably super delusional right now, he did as he was told. "Pull. Over."