A/N: Sorry it's been a while guys. Basically, what happened was I overbooked myself with stories. Again! (I told myself not to do this!). Anyway, once I clear my schedule a bit I promise this will be updated more frequently.

It's just that I have a lot going on in a week and that I barely have time to update just one of my stories. So after I finish this load, I'll probably just work on one or two, maybe a third on the side (But like one that I update every once in a while). I'm not saying that I'll discontinue this, if anything it's the opposite. I have so many ideas for this story, I just don't have the time anymore!

But...I'll try to write the chapters out in bulks, so I write a few each time and edit them before publishing them. That way you guys should get a chapter every weekend (I hope).

Sorry this author's note is so long, and thanks for reading this story!

D.L.D

P.S. On a separate note, I want to just say that I have not experiences labor and am purely going off research, science lessons and other stories I have read :) (Probably won't go into much detail though...)

P.S.S: It's Christmas break so I'll have two whole weeks to focus on my stories! (Yes!) So I should be able to update this frequently and do a Christmas special! (And late Halloween). And I haven't forgotten about Gwuncan's anniversary and other stuff. (I'm actually re-reading TD High Days!). I've also got some easter eggs planned and other stuff. (I actually wrote this P.S a week after starting this chapter...).

Once again sorry this is long, hopefully the frequent updates make up for it!

Emma's P.O.V

I was in Courtney's dorm, both of us in the living room. We'd finished studying ages ago and I have to say it was a lot easier studying with her. Usually studying lasted ages for me, but she made the time pass by faster than usual and now we were just watching some television. We'd actually gotten along pretty well, considering how much people trash-talked about her.

The news was on and we were watching the protest live, when Courtney cried out.

"Oh my god!" She gasped, "Is that Bridgette?!"

I focused on the blonde who was pictured going into labor. She was laying on the pavement, groaning in pain as Scarlett told her how to breathe.

"It is!" My eyes widened, "Is she giving birth? In the middle of a protest!?"

"Oh. My. God!" Both of us jumped off the couch and rushed to grab our phones off the coffee table. We needed to get to the bottom of this.

I swiped through my contacts, passing several names, as I looked for anyone who would've gone to the protest. In the back of my racing mind, I could hear Courtney talking to Gwen. From Courtney's replies I could tell that she was concerned.

"What happened?" I asked as she hung up.

"Bridge has gone into labor," Courtney spoke as she gripped her hair, "Apparently, Scarlett is being a midwife along with Izzy since they went to the protest separately. And since there's a protest, the ambulance can't come so..."

"We need to get there!" I got my bag and put on my shoes before throwing Courtney's bag towards her, "We need to make sure Scarlett and Izzy don't fuck this up. Bridgette's life is on the line, as well as those twins!"

Courtney nodded as she exhaled, "You're right. We need to make sure everything goes well. Even if we aren't experienced midwifes."

With that she got up and put on her shoes. We soon left the dorm, running towards the direction of the protest.

Leshawna's P.O.V

I was at my dorm, applying my makeup, when I got a call from Gwen. She was meant to be at the protest, so I wasn't expecting a call from her. Nevertheless, I answered.

"What's up?" I asked as I started putting on some mascara.

"Bridge has gone into labor," Gwen spoke.

"What?!" I nearly smudged the mascara I was applying, "Stay there sugar, I'm heading there now!"

"Leshawna-"

"Gwen, I've had experience in this, trust me," I spoke applying lipstick before finishing my eyeliner, "My sister, Deja, was born halfway in the ambulance. If anyone knows anything, it's me. Stay right there."

With that I hung up and ran out of the dorm, half my makeup applied. I'll just have to do it on the way.

"Nice makeup!" Heather sneered as I dashed past.

"Whatever, it's an emergency," I say pushing past her.

"A fashion emergency," Heather called back.

"I'll get her back later," I smirked remembering the clip I had.

Right now, Bridgette needed me more than ever and I wasn't letting her down. Not when her life was going to change.

Dawn's P.O.V

"We're gonna be here for a while..." I spoke as I spotted the gathering crowd, "And so are they."

"We don't need to worry about that right now!" Gwen spoke as Bridgette let out another groan, "Oh my god! I don't think I want kids anymore..."

I just shook my head fondly as Gwen cringed with each groan. Courtney and Emma had just arrived and were telling Izzy that she and Scarlett weren't qualified to help Bridgette give birth, while Zoey was beside Bridgette giving her some supportive coaching as Scarlett instructed her.

The Vegans had gone to get some water for everyone, as well as Cameron and B, and everyone else was trying to create some order in this chaos.

"You can't push yet," Scarlett sighed as she peered at Bridgette, "You have to wait until the gap is dilated to 10cm wide, which could take another 14.5 hours."

"It's only been half an hour!" Bridgette yelled before cringing as she let out another yelp of pain.

"It's ok, Bridge," Zoey cooed as she comforted the yelping blonde, "Just breath. In...and out. In...and out."

Bridgette followed Zoey's breathing and I could see the blonde relax (just a little bit). Everyone else was on their phones, either recording the ordeal or calling assistance/ relatives.

"Gwen, have you contacted Geoff?" I asked as the goth finished talking to Leshawna.

"I was just about to call him," Gwen smiled as she swiped through her contacts, "Hopefully he'll answer."

"I'm sure he will," I smiled as I looked over the crowd.

I could make out the flash of light from the sirens of the ambulance that had just arrived. The paramedics would have to get through the crowd to be able to assist Bridgette and by the time they get through, she'd already be partially through the first stage. I cringed at the thought. I had to clear the crowd.

"Fellow protesters!" I spoke through my megaphone, "We have to create a path for the paramedics to assist this young woman. If she dies today, it will partially be your fault and do you want that?"

I heard a few murmurs in the crowd before it parted, allowing me to see a straight path between the paramedics and Bridgette.

"Thank you," I smiled at the crowd, "You don't know how much this means!"

I heard a few appreciative murmurs from the crowd before the sound of reporters and cameras grew closer.