“Why are you on the floor with the cupcakes?” “I was sniffing them.” “On the floor?” She nods. “It was easier than standing once my water broke.” “Your what?” I shoot to my feet. “Your water broke? Penny?” She nods as she pushes her hair out of her face. That’s when I notice she’s still wearing oven mitts. “Jesus Christ, Penny, we need to get you to the hospital.” “Do we, though?” “Yes,” I answer in hysteria. “Penny, if your water broke, you’re in labor, and we have to get you to the hospital. When did it break?” She shrugs as she leans back on her elbow and grips her stomach with a wince.
...more
