A month had passed. Mackenzie was seven months pregnant. Even though she was glad not to be on bedrest anymore, she was very bored and very lonely. She was having a snack then going to bed. Her phone rang.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hi." Sam said.
"Hi."
"What are you doing?"
"Having a snack, then going to bed."
"How's our girl?"
"Good." "She's really been kicking me today."
"Do you have plans Friday night?"
"No."
"I'm gonna be in town I'm looking at some houses." "Have dinner with me."
"Ok."
"That was a pretty quick yes."
"Well, I'm bored. "And I miss you." She thought. "Just to warn you, I can't fit into any of my dresses."
"You don't need to wear a dress." "I'll pick you up at eight on Friday."
"Ok bye."
"Bye."
The next afternoon Mackenzie was walking from the kitchen to the living room when she felt herself start to bleed.
"No." She said terrified. She picked up her phone and dialed 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" The dispatcher asked.
"I'm seven months pregnant and I'm bleeding." Suddenly she collapsed.
The dispatcher sent out an ambulance and Mackenzie was rushed to the hospital.
Mackenzie was still unconscious and in the OR. They'd stopped the bleeding but her water had broken.
"We have to get the baby out or we're going to lose them both." One of the doctors said. "Notify the NICU."