I held out my hand. “Wait.” Another wave of pain hit me, forcing my eyes closed. “That was a big contraction. I need to see how far along she is.” Dr. Beckett slid around on her rolling stool as the contraction ebbed. Jamie still stood there, eyes fixated on the nurses and doctor. “Stay,” I wheezed. “Jamie, I need you.” He was at my side in one long stride, his hand in mine, his lips at my hairline. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
