Christmas Miracle

I must spend an hour arguing with Damon over the hospital.

Him insisting we have to go now, me telling him it is too early. In the end, we are both worn out from arguing over it, and by the time we have stopped, my contractions are worse.

It passed the time, though.

I'm stood laughing by the door as he rolls his eyes at me.

"Fucking brat."

"That I am daddy, but you spent that long arguing with me. I won anyway."

"Ya, ya. Sit please before you fall." He looks at me, and he isn't amused.

"Walking makes it feel less painful!" I complain as another contract sweeps through me, and I begin walking before leaning over and crying slightly.

"See, we're going. No more, it's too early, I have your bag, and we're going!" I nod and let the contraction stop.

"I need my phone." I point to the kitchen and watch as he grabs it.

A scream escapes my mouth as another contraction starts. Damon's eyes widen.

"Please s