Sadie's POV

Everyone sat huddled around the little living room, listening as Gareth and I drew up exactly how we were gonna take the church when the time was right.

"And what about the kid?" Martin interjected. "You say you wanna do this after it gets here, but how exactly do you expect to go in there, guns blazing, with a kid on your arm?"

"Well, Martin, considering the alternative is that my water breaks in the midst of a big showdown, I think we'll just play the hand we were dealt, if that's acceptable by you." I snapped.

"I was just saying-" He started to defend.

"Well, maybe you should STOP saying." I excused myself from the discussion, pulled myself up, and started for the front door.

"Where you going?" Gareth asked, concerned.

"I just need some air." I sighed, shutting the door behind me.

"Do you have to always be talking out of your ass, man?" I heard Gareth loudly exclaim through the closed door.

Teresa came out after me, clearly as done with Martin's bullshit as I was, to find me sitting on one of the front porch steps.

I half smiled at the sight of her. "Gareth send you out after me?"

She shook her head and chuckled. "Gareth's too busy biting Martin's head off...so to speak. He'll probably be out here, himself, I'm sure.

"Well, that's pretty overdue, to say the least." I chuckled.

"No shit" she smirked, then put a hand on my shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah…" I exhaled. "I'll be fine..I just…" A strong wave of pain hit me before I could finish my sentence, making me groan.

Teresa's concern for me only grew as she watched me double over and grip the step I was sitting on, with the hand that wasn't on my stomach.

She kept her arm around me. "Sadie?! What's happening? Is it-"

I could only nod, groaning as I tried to breathe through the contraction.

She took my hand in her free one. "Alright….Alright, I got you..I got you, just try to breathe through it.."

I nodded, taking a few more breaths as it passed. "...It's go time…" I finally managed, nervously.

Teresa nodded. "Let's get you inside, get you…..well, semi comfortable."

"Yeah…."

Teresa helped me up to my feet, keeping her arm around me while I held onto her for support and led me back inside.

Gareth was clearly still giving Martin shit for his remark, which made me smile a little, when we opened the door to come in.

"Is that OKAY WITH YOU, Martin?" Gareth nearly growled , as he was going over where everybody's positions would be.

Martin rolled his eyes. "Sure, man….I told you, I was just-"

Gareth put a hand up to cut him off, and turned to look at us when he heard the door close.

"Everything okay?' He asked, growing even more concerned when he saw me.

I shook my head. "...I think I'm in labor…"

Gareth dropped what he was doing, stood up, and rushed over me, as soon as those words fell out of my mouth.

He took my hand, opposite of the side that Teresa was still standing on.

"A-are you sure? What happened?"

"I was having braxton hicks all morning...or what I assumed to be braxton hicks because they weren't THAT bad, and just now, out on the step with T, I had a pretty bad contraction.."

I winced as I started to feel another one coming on "...and I also think I'm having another one…aaghh."

Gareth struggled for words, as he held onto me, trying to help me through it.

"I got you...I got you.." he panicked, as I squeezed his hand. "That's it, honey, just breathe.

I released my grip on Teresa, still grabbing onto Gareth, as I gripped my stomach, and let a groan escape my lips.

"Good, you're almost through this…" he rubbed his other hand across my back, as he redirected attention to Teresa. "Help me get her into the bedroom…" He turned to bark orders at the others.

"Two of you get out to stand guard the front, two out back! Albert, go get some towels, whatever you can find."

They all did as instructed, while he helped Teresa lead me into the bedroom.