Where is my phone? Where did I put it? It seems like less than a minute later, Nick is dashing into the motel. His face is pale, but he’s grinning. “Greta said you’re in labor. She said your water broke. Are you okay?” “I’m okay, but…” I take a breath. “Nick, my phone…” “Don’t worry about your phone. I’ve got mine. Come on, the hospital bag is in my trunk.” “But I need to—” “Rosie, we have to go!” His eyes are shining. “Come on—let’s get you to the hospital and have this baby!” He reaches over and wraps his arms around me. “I can’t wait. I love you so much, Rosie.”
