"I'm sorry, you want me to go where with you?" Lars leaned against the kitchen wall, staring at Sadie, who was seated at the island with an armload of information packets and pamphlets.

"Birthing classes." She repeated casually, as if it was just as normal as inviting him out to the movies.

"For what purpose?" He asked, highly unsure about the entire proposition.

"They teach you what to expect during labor." She told him, holding out one of the packets to him. He took it and leafed through its pages, feeling a little skeptical. "And strategies for dealing with the pain. I think that one has a section on like swaddling and diapering and stuff too."

"How hard can it be to put a diaper on?" Lars cocked an eyebrow at her.

"I don't know, I've never actually had to." She admitted with a shrug. "Anyway, what I'm really interested in is the pain management stuff."

"Don't they have meds for that? Like, can't you get an epidural?" Lars questioned, idly skimming the packet.

"I don't want pain medicine." That got his attention. Lars's head snapped up to stare at her.

"Why not?!"

"It has a lot of possible side effects." She defended. "And if you get it then you're tethered to the bed because of all the monitors. Plus, sometimes they work too well and you can't feel the contractions at all…"

"Isn't that kind of the point?" Lars interjected. Labor was supposedly really painful, wasn't it? He didn't want her to suffer if she could be relaxing comfortably on some medicine.

"No." She huffed, starting to get a little defensive in tone. "I don't want medical interventions just because. Only if it's necessary."

"Right, because this is the eighteenth century." Lars argued.

"Because it's better for the baby! Way less women have to get C-sections if they don't get all the interventions at the hospital." Sadie defended. "Childbirth is a natural process, I don't want to mess with that."

"Okay." Lars relented, seeing that his girlfriend was clearly committed to this idea. "What do I have to do for these classes?"

"You'll find out when you get there." She smirked at him. Lars sighed, shoulders drooping. He was calling it now, this was going to be beyond embarrassing.

Barb came home to the sound of vomiting for the third night in a row. Her little girl was bent over in front of the toilet yet again, dry heaving. So here they were, ten o'clock on a random Tuesday night, sitting on the cold tile floor of their bathroom playing scrabble on her cell phone and waiting for the sickness to pass.

"That's so not a word." Sadie laughed as Barb struggled to make a valid combination out of D, X, S, and R.

"Listen here you little vowel hoarding brat." Barb muttered, debating passing the turn.

"Oh! Hey, before I forget, can I use your car tomorrow? I have my 16-week appointment tomorrow." Sadie told her excitedly.

"Ah, I forgot about that." Barb smiled, passing the phone back to her daughter. "Are you going to find out the gender?"

"No, I think I want to wait." Sadie shook her head, focused on the screen in her hand. "Ha!" She held it up in triumph.

"Another round?" Barb asked, taking her cell phone back.

"Nah, I think I'm okay now. I'm gonna take a shower." Sadie stood up slowly. Barb followed, planting a kiss on top of her daughter's head. She pulled the door shut behind her and went out to the kitchen to do the dishes. She had always hated this kind of stuff, the mundane housework that ever seemed to end. But still, someone had to do it, so she scrubbed at the roasting pan until it was sparkling and stacked the dish rack high with plates and bowls.

Twenty minutes later she happily tossed aside the dishrag and went out to the living room to catch up on her shows before bed. Sitting, she saw the tube of cream Sadie had been using on her black eye sitting on the coffee table.

"Must've left it." Barb muttered to herself, reaching out for the tube. "She's gonna want that."

She trudged back down the hall on tired feet, knocking lightly on the bathroom door.

"Sadie?" No response, she knocked a little louder, assuming her daughter couldn't hear her over the spray of water. "Sadie! I've got that stuff for your eye. I'm going to leave it on the counter, okay?"

Again, nothing. Suddenly worried Barb threw open the bathroom door and rushed in.

"Sadie!" The teen was unconscious, lying half in and half out of the shower. Barb rushed to turn off the water and kneeled next to her daughter. "Sadie? Sadie, can you hear me." She lightly tapped at the girl's cheeks trying to elicit a response. Nothing. Now thoroughly panicked, she ran down the hall for her phone to call for help.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Hello, I'm at 1760 Greene Drive, I need an ambulance right away. My daughter, she's passed out. I don't know what happened."

"Okay, Ma'am is your daughter breathing?"

"Yes, yes she's breathing but she won't wake up."

"I'm sending help to your location. Can you tell me how old your daughter is?"

"Nineteen, she's nineteen."

"And does she have any health conditions?"

"No. No, but she's pregnant."

"She's pregnant?"

"Right."

"And how far along is she?"

"Sixteen weeks."

"Alright ma'am, I'll let the paramedics know that. They should be there in just a minute. Can you unlock the front door for them?"

"It's unlocked, please tell them to hurry!"

"I promise you they are going to be there as fast as possible. They're just a few blocks away, okay?"

"Okay."

"What is your daughter's name?"

"Sadie….Sadie Miller."

"Alright. Do you hear the sirens? The paramedics should be outside the house."

"I can hear them, they're outside."

"I'm going to let you go now ma'am, the paramedics will be in momentarily. Okay?"

"Okay."