I'm downstairs. I've cleaned the kitchen, not that it was dirty, the washing is outside drying, and now I'm cleaning the lounge. I grab a juice and head out to the deck for a break. The backache is still there, but it's a dull ache now, bearable. I check my phone for messages and smile when I see one from Dean's mum. I decide to call her and smile as I wait for her to answer. "Hey Torrie!" she says, excitement in her voice. "I'm so glad you called! How are you?" "I'm good mom" I say smiling. "Just thought I'd call you for a catch up while I take a break from cleaning." She laughs. "Nesting huh?" she asks. "I bet Jon is telling you off." "He would" I say. "If he was here." "Where is he?" she asks quickly. "He got cleared to compete" I say wincing as the backache gets worse again. "Hunter wanted him back on the programme straight away, he flew out last night." "Torrie" she says. "What's going on? I can hear the pain in your voice." "My back" I admit. "It's been griping me for a few days now, but it's getting worse." She's flustered straight away. "Tor" she says. "You need to get off the phone to me, and get hold of Jon. Like now!" "Why?" I ask. "Mom, what's wrong?" "Please Tor" she begs. "You need him to get to you. This is how mine started. You're in slow labour baby girl, you need Jon now." "I can't be" I say, shaking my head. "I've got five weeks left." Suddenly, I know she's right, but there's nothing slow about this anymore. "Mom" I say, starting to panic. "My waters have just broken." "Phone Jon!" she begs. I hang up without saying bye and dial Dean.
His phone rings. And rings. And rings. "No no no!" I yell, starting to panic. I try Hunter and his goes straight to voicemail. "Damn you Hunter!" I yell. I get the same from Layla and Randy. This isn't good. In desperation I try Seth and Roman. No answer from either. There is only one person I can think of left to try, one whose phone won't be off because he doesn't wrestle. He answers straight away. "I thought you'd never call Tor" he says, tears in his eyes. "Casper" I hiss, trying to breathe through the pain. "Where the fuck is Jon?" "In the ring" he says frowning. "Torrie what's wrong?" "I need him Cas" I say, starting to cry. "Ok Tor" he says standing up. "I'll go see if I can get him." He starts walking the corridor towards the gorilla position. "Ambrose!" he yells seeing him down the corridor. He runs to him and gives him the phone. "Tor?" Dean whispers. "Baby girl what's wrong?" "I've been calling you!" I say sobbing. "And Ro, and Seth, and Layla, and Randy, and Hunter..." "Calm down babe" he says walking away from the guys. "Tor you're worrying me now, you're hysterical. Calm down, and breathe. What's wrong?" "I was on the phone to mom" I start. "Is she ok?" he asks quickly. I nod. "She told me to get you home because, because, my backache, it's how her labour with you started..." "But it's too early" he says quietly. "Has she scared you?" I shake my head. "No" I say. "Baby, while I was on the phone to her my waters broke. This is happening now. I need you Jon." "FUCK!" he yells kicking a wall. "Baby I'm getting on the next plane..." "The hell you are, Ambrose" Hunter growls. Dean grabs him and pushes him against the wall. "I'm getting the next flight" he says. "My wife is in fucking labour and I'm not there!" Straight away there's yelling in the corridor. "She's in labour?" Seth yells. "It's too fucking early!" Roman yells. Hunter nods. "Go" he says. "All of you, go!" "We're coming baby girl" Roman yells as the picture bumps around as they run down the corridor. "Jon what do I do?" I ask. "Phone the hospital" he says. "Let me know though, ok?" I nod. "I love you" I say before ending the call.
I call the hospital next and explain the situation. I'm not in pain anymore though, and they don't seem concerned. They tell me to stay at home for as long as I can, but if I get worried to make my way in. I hang up and call Dean straight back. He answers straight away. "My phone is glued to my hand" he says running his other hand through his hair. "What did they say babe?" "Told me to stay put" I say. "Until I feel it's really necessary to go in." He nods. "We're at the airport" he says. "Running to the flight they've put us on, flight time is an hour, we'll be with you in about 90 minutes." I nod. "See you soon" I whisper. "Please take care though, Olaf and I need you." He nods and ends the call. I stand up carefully and head inside to go change my clothes. I manage to make it upstairs and strip out of my clothes. I grab some of Dean's shorts and one of my shirts, putting them on as quickly as I can. I gather my clothes up and head back downstairs to put them in the washer, then go out to clean the deck. I manage to last an hour before the first wave of pain hits me. "Not now Olaf" I beg rubbing my stomach. "Wait for papa, please? Papa is on his way." I lean on the rail and breathe slowly, waiting for the pain to stop before heading back inside, watching on the clock and timing how far apart the pains come. Five minutes later I get the next one. When it ends I call mom. "Torrie?" she asks answering straight away. "What's going on?" "Pains five minutes apart" I say. "Jon is on his way, he could be here any minute." "Ok" she says. "Do you wanna stay on the phone or keep the line clear?" "He can call the house if he needs an answer" I say. "Could you stay on the phone with me?" "Of course" she says softly. "How long has it been since the last pain?" "Three minutes" I say looking at the clock. "Ok" she says. "Is your bag ready for hospital?" "Yeah" I say. "Jon packed it the other day." She chuckles. "He's so excited Tor" she says. "I know" I say smiling. "We both are. But this is still way too early. Ow shit!" "Another one?" she asks quickly. "Yeah" I say, concentrating on breathing through it. "Baby girl" she says. "I think you need to get to hospital. Don't wait for Jon." "Ok" I whisper breathlessly. "Breathe through it Torrie" she says firmly. "Concentrate on my voice, and breathe. You're doing great, Jon will be there soon. How's it feeling?" "Ok" I whisper. "It's gone. I need to go upstairs and get my bag." "Take the phone" she says. "Don't leave it anywhere. Keep talking to me Torrie." "Ok" I say standing up. I make it as far as the hallway before I realise I'm going no further. "Mom" I whisper. "I can feel the baby's head, I'm not gonna make the hospital."