"Are you okay?"

Olivia bent forward resting her chin on her knees. The pain wasn't stopping.

"I need to get to a hospital."

"Are you having contractions?"

"I think it's Braxton hicks."

"Should I call your husband?"

"No, I don't want to wake him this late. There's a hospital across the street. You can drive me there."

"We can call an ambulance."

"No, I'll be fine. I just need to make sure I'm not really in labor."

"What if you are?"

"You can call Fitz after the doctor confirms it. I really don't want him driving in the mountains in the middle of the night."

"Can you walk?"

"Yes, get my shoes. I'm going in my pajamas."

"I really should call your husband. He needs to be here."

"Analise, it's not safe driving in the mountains after dark. He will be tired and anxious. If I'm labor, you can call him in the morning. The sun will be up in a few hours."

"Your husband will want to be here."

"Analise, get my shoes!"

"Okay."

Analise helped Olivia to her feet and gathered her shoes.

Olivia leaned on Analise's shoulder holding her stomach with her other arm. She was out of breath when they stepped on the elevator. It took a few minutes to find the car in the garage. Analise pulled up to the emergency entrance and asked for a wheel chair.

A nurse came over to them immediately. Olivia had tears in her eyes.

"How many weeks are you?"

"21 with twins."

"What's your name?"

"Olivia Pope"

"I'm going to get you an ultrasound."

Analise followed the nurse and Olivia. She wanted to call Fitz, but it wasn't her decison. Olivia had to give her approval.