There's gonna be a little one and she says it's time to go.~ Tim McGraw (don't take the girl)

Notes: Skipped ahead a little bit again. But you didn't miss anything.

It was nine in the morning. Camille was already wide awake, something that was unusual. She was laying her her bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the pains that she believed to be another battle with false labor. The week before Mama Knight had taken her to the hospital, only to find out that it was Braxton Hicks. Camille hoped beyond hope that she wasn't actually in labor. She was two days away from being nine months and Logan wasn't home yet. She needed him with her.

Camille heard footsteps in the hall and rustling in the kitchen. Her door cracked open slightly and Katie peeked in.

"You ok?" Katie asked.

Camille nodded her head, smiling. "I'm fine."

Katie looked at her suspiciously, a cup of water in her hand. "Are you sure? You're not having contractions again, are you?"

Camille bit at her lip, not wanting to lie to Katie. But if she told the truth then Katie would get her mom and she'd be back in the hospital. "I'm fine, Katie."

"Should I get mom?"

"No. Let her sleep. If I need her I'll get her."

Katie nodded, worry and doubt still in her eyes. But, she closed the door and left. Camille sighed. This didn't feel like it did last time. It felt more intense and more painful.

Camille sat and got out of bed. She walked out into the kitchen, got herself a glass of water and then went over to the couch. She flipped on the television and was just starting to watch a documentary on whales when a pain shot through her stomach.

"God dammit," she groaned.

She waited until the pain was gone before getting up and going to Mama Knights room. She hesitated outside the door before opening it and looking into the dark room. She could see Mama Knight laying on the bed, fast asleep.

"Mama Knight?" Camille asked.

She moved more into the room. "Mama Knight, wake up." Camille sat down on the edge of the bed and the movement woke Mama Knight up. She looked up and propped herself up on her elbows.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"I keep getting really bad pains and they're more intense than last time when it was false labor. I don't know what to do," Camille said.

Mama Knight flipped on her light and ran a hand over her face. "Go out into the living room. I'll be out there in a minute."

Camille nodded and went out to the living room, settling down on the couch. When Mama Knight came back out she was in sweat pants and t-shirt. She had socks on and was looking around the apartment for her shoes. She had her hair bundled up in a sloppy pony tail.

"You have a bag packed right? Clothes for you after the baby, clothes for the baby. All that stuff?" she asked, sitting down next to Camille and putting her shoes on.

"Yeah. It's in my room. Do you really think it's real?" Camille asked, fear thick in her voice.

"Do you?" Mama Knight asked, looking at her.

Camille thought for a moment and then nodded her head. This felt real. This hurt and each contraction felt like an eternity.

"Katie! Get some clothes on!" Mama Knight yelled.

"I'm scared," Camille said.

"I know, honey. But everything is going to be fine. And I'm going to call Logan. And, if you don't want Jo to freak out, you should call her," Mama Knight went to go get Katie and Camille picked her phone up off the table.

She dialed Jo's number and her friend picked up almost immediately.

"Baby time?" Jo asked.

"Yeah," Camille answered.

"I'll be over in two minutes." And the dial tone was heard.

Camille sighed and leaned back. This was too early and everything was already going wrong.

Kelly stared at Logans phone as it started buzzing again. The boys were doing an afternoon concert in Times Square, so they were out on stage. She had all of their phones next to her on a table and Logans was the only one making noise. Well, at the moment. There was a pattern going. Logans would ring, then Kendall, then James, then Carlos. And then it would start again.

"Gustavo, I think I should answer. It's Jo and she's called three times already," Kelly said, looking at Gustavo.

"Then answer it," Gustavo said.

Kelly picked up Logans phone and answered.

"Logans phone," she said.

"Kelly?" Jo asked.

"Yeah. What's going on?"

"Kelly, Logan needs to get here. Camille is in the hospital and it's for real this time. Her water broke on the way to the hospital."

Kelly looked over at Gustavo and then at the boys dancing on stage. "I'll see what I can do. He'll call you back when he can."

"Thanks Kelly."

Kelly hung up and looked at Gustavo, worry in her eyes. He read the worry and sighed.

"Camille's in labor, isn't she?" he asked.

"Full fledged labor. We need to get Logan on a plane," Kelly said.

Both of them looked out at the boys, who were just finishing up Boyfriend. "I'll cut the music when the song ends," Gustavo said.

Kelly nodded and, just like he said, Gustavo stopped music right after the last lyric was sung. The boys looked at him and he walked out on stage. The audience was silent. He walked over to Logan.

"Camille is in labor. Go call her," he whispered.

Logan ran off stage and Gustavo motioned for the others to follow him. He announced that the concert was being called off due to family emergency and then disapeered backstage.

"Ok, so I called Griffin and he's going to let us use his jet to get Logan back to LA. He seemed more understanding than usual," Kelly said.

"Where's Logan?" Gustavo asked.

"Dressing room. He's talking to Jo and getting his stuff together. I sent the other boys to help him."

Gustavo nodded. "We're going with him on the plane, right?"

"Of course."

TBC...

Logan: Oh my God. I'm gonna be a dad. I better get there in time. I better get there in time!

James: Dude, calm down.

Logan: NO! I CAN'T MISS THIS!

Kendall: You still need to calm down. You're freaking out the author.

Me: No he isn't. This is actually helping my creative process.

*odd looks from everyone*