Unexpected

SIXTY-TWO

Chapter Sixty-Two
Five

"Either I just peed myself or... I think I'm in labor." I probably should've chose my words better, because as soon as the words left my mouth, Scott's eyes went wide and he began pacing and taking quick, shallow breaths.

I looked down at the floor, noticing the water was dripping from my leggings to the floor. I should probably shower, yeah, that seems like the right decision. Calm my nerves and get clean. I grabbed a towel and tossed it at Scott, who was freaking out.

"Will you clean up the mess? I'm going to go shower." My voice was calm and level as I walked out of the room. I didn't make it far, though, because Scott was pulling me back to face him. "Shower? Don't you need to go to the hospital?" His eyes were panicked and wide.

A smile found its way to my lips, all my anger at him dissipated, how could I be angry at a time like this? No, I needed to stay calm. "Scott, we need to stay calm and relaxed. Don't stress me out, okay?"

I waited for his nod before continuing. "We can't go to the hospital yet, remember the contractions have to be five minutes apart and be consistent for an hour. Right now, I don't know how far apart they are, so we need to start keeping track. It will all be okay."

"I'll clean up," he turned back to the kitchen and I sighed. I had to stay calm. I needed to breath and take a shower. "Why's Scott freaking out?" Stiles asked, concern evident in his voice. I smiled at him, trying to keep my breathing level. "My water broke and he's freaking out."

Stiles' eyes went wide and he began waving his hands around like a maniac. "Your, what? Shouldn't we be going to the hospital?" I put my hand over Stiles' mouth, his tone was making me anything but calm and the doctor said it was important for me to be calm and not raise my blood pressure.

"No, I can't go yet. We have to keep track of my contractions, okay. That'll be your job, keep track of how far apart they are. I'm going to go shower, and try to relax. You should get money to pay for the thai food." 

Stiles stared at me blankly for a moment, god I don't have time for this. "Stiles, I want my food, now!" I snapped, turning to walk toward the bathroom when I saw him dialing a number. A shower will do me good.

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I was sitting in the living room, eating thai food and surrounded by my two boys. Stiles was sitting across from me, bouncing his knee and checking his watch every so often, and Scott, well, he was freaking out.

He was pacing the living room one minute and then he'd be beside me the next, asking how I was feeling and if I needed anything. I was fine and I didn't. I needed to stay relaxed and calm, that is what I needed, and his pacing wasn't helping.

As another contraction hit, Stiles shouted out, "five! That's five minutes again, do we go now?" If I wasn't in so much pain I'd slap him. I felt Scott's hand grab mine, the familiar feeling of his hand in mine was soothing and oddly irritating at the same time.

I gripped his hand tightly as I felt the pain grow, it was like a knife was being driven through my uterus. But, as soon as it was gone, I felt better. I breathed a sigh of relief and loosened my grip on Scott's hand.

"No, we don't go yet, Stiles. How long have they been at five minutes?" I asked, turning to him, taking a bite of my thai food as I did so. Stiles sighed, leaning back in his chair, "thirty minutes." I nodded, "okay so, thirty more minutes of this and then we can go, okay?"

Shit, its getting close. Is this actually happening? No, calm, Victoria, stay calm. I took a deep breath in, out, in, out. After a moment I felt more relaxed. "Scott, can you go grab the bags from my room? We should have them ready. Oh, I also need my pillow and my phone charger!"