Bálor watched through the tv screen as Y/N tossed and turned in her pathetic excuse for a bed. She was close to entering labor. He could feel it.
Her water would break within minutes.
It was time to go to her. Bring her home. He'd given her her distance. It was time for her to accept her destiny.
Glancing at the screen again, he pulled on his jacket as Y/N stood to her feet. Clear fluid splashed down around her feet on the cold concrete floor.
Yes, it was time to go collect that wife of his.