"Edward," I say, shaking his shoulder. He moans but otherwise doesn't respond. I try harder, my voice louder, sharper. "Edward."

"What?" He groans, throwing an arm over his face.

"Get up," I say, running around the room now that he's awake. Clothes are thrown around as I rip out my jeans and a random t-shirt, throwing them both on.

"Why?" He asks, sitting up and I just know that he's rubbing his eyes.

My own eyes fill with tears and when I sniffle, quite audibly, I hear the creak of the bed as Edward gets out and comes up to me.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks.

"Alice," I say, looking up at him and wrapping my arms around him. "She's gone into early labour. You should have heard Jazz, Edward… he was so scared. I don't know everything but something tells me that there's something really wrong."


Oh dear. They can't even sleep through the night before something bad happens... *sigh*

I feel like I could leave one of those ever phony "will the baby survive?" things from T.V. adverts... :P

Oh and ma'am yes ma'am, Kitkat. Jeez.

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