Then he grabbed a white towel off the wall and stuffed it below my lower body. “The bath mat’s wet.” Whatever. He leaned to the side. “Shit. Ev, the liquid looks all reddish and pink. Think I better have a look and see if you’re bleeding.” “Okay.” “Neither of us want this, but…” “Just do it.” He gently pushed my knees wide apart and froze. “Ah, Ev?” “What?” I asked as the pain amped up once again. “Oh, motherfucker.” “You might want to push.” “No shit, Mal!” “Because I think you’re sort of having a baby,” he finished.
