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The C-section is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, and this time, I’ll be there. It’s nice that the timing of this is when we are off-season and it’s my vacation, but I would have made sure to be here even if that wasn’t the case.

“I’m so glad I’m going to be there,” I say, giddy.

“You weren’t at Senna’s birth?” Mia asks.

“Unfortunately, no,” I explain. “We were in the middle of the pre-season in back-to-back games. When Senna was born, I was stuck in Canada.”

“And I bet she handled it like a lady?” Mia asks, incredulous.

“Oh, she was angry, but you know her… In the end, she understood. Thank goodness she had her parents,” I say, searching in the cupboard for a plate.

“Hmm.” Mia shakes her head and takes a long sip of her lemon water. “I think I’d kill you if you weren’t going to be there with me.”

I’ve set my hamburger station and I’m rather proud of it. I am not good at cooking, but I do burgers well. I like to cook them with flair as if I’m hosting my own cooking show. There are buns, chips, relish, cheese, ketchup, mustard laid out neatly. All there’s left is to assemble the burgers and dig in.

And I do. I place two juicy burgers across from Mia. I just turn my back on them to grab a soda from the fridge. When I turn back around, Mia is taking a bite out of one, looking at me like Senna when I’ve caught him red-handed.

“What?” she asks with her mouth full.

“Nothing!” I laugh and go sit in front of her. “I asked if you wanted one, so go ahead!”

“Hmm,” she chews. “This is much better than fast food.”

“Any burger is better than fast food,” I chuckle, taking a bit of mine.

For a while, we eat in silence. It’s a peaceful silence, one I’ve grown to appreciate. But all of a sudden, Mia yelps in pain. When I look at her, she’s frowning and looking down, feeling her belly.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, a sudden fear gripping me.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” she dismisses me with a slight wave.

I furrow my brow, worried. I didn’t go through it with Amanda directly, and I have no idea what to do.

“Are they contractions?” I ask. It’s the first thing that comes into mind.

“I don’t know. The girls are not arriving until tomorrow, so I’m not worrying about it just yet… Ouch!”

She winces in pain once again, and from what I know of pregnancies, I am pretty sure that contractions too close together mean the baby is on the way.

“Okay, I’m calling the doctor.” I stand up and reach for my phone.

“Ethan, no!” Mia grabs my hand before I can bring the device to my ear.

“Mia, you’re grimacing every thirty seconds. What if these babies are about to be born any minute?” I protest, my hand shaking as I search for the Doctor Sturges’ contact.

“Ethan, listen to me, I—”

I hear liquid hit the floor. Mia looks down, her eyes as wide as dinner plates, and I raise an eyebrow while I feel my stomach sink.

“You didn’t spill your drink, did you?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Wish I had…” Mia shows me a sheepish smile. “I guess the girls want to be born today!”

I scoop her up in my arms, carry her to the car, and drive through the city all the way to the hospital.

She makes the phone calls on the way there, calling the doctor, her mother, and also my mother, much to her chagrin. She also calls Amanda, who is watching Senna. When we get to the hospital lobby, Nora and Eugene are already there, all dressed up and holding what looks like leftovers.

“Date night, Eugene?” I ask, elbowing him in the ribs out of nervousness.

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