"Ow!" I sat up quickly in bed one night. Emmett was still asleep and I looked at the clock. It was two in the morning. "Emmett!" I shook him.
"What? What's wrong?" he sat up.
"I think my water just broke." I said.
"MOM!" Emmett yelled.
Both of his parents ran in. "What?" his mom ran to me.
"She thinks her water broke." Emmett said sounding nervous.
"Well, she's about nine months." His father said.
"Okay, just breathe, Rose. Emmett, call her doctor. Howard, get the car." Everyone nodded and scattered. "It's okay, Rose." She soothed.
The pain went away and I took a deep breath.
"It's okay. Their contractions. They come and go."
Emmett nodded and hung the phone up. "He said when the contractions grow within fifteen minutes of each other then we come in."
"Fifteen minutes? Okay... that should be a half an hour from now."
I nodded and Emmett sat back down on the bed next to me. "You're gonna be okay, Rosie." He said.
"Okay…" I said, not really caring right now.
Soon the contractions grew closer and we left for the hospital.
I looked at Emmett. "I really hate you right now." The pain was severe.
He laughed. "I'm sorry baby." He kissed my forehead.
The doctor walked in. "Ready Rosalie?"
"As ready as I'll ever be…" I said.
Having a baby is hard work.