She let out a low groan. “The baby,” she said. “Oh, I think . . . I think my water broke earlier. When I fell.” Her face twisted up, flushing bright red, and she groaned again. “Oh,” I said. “Oh. Oh, no. No, this is not happening.” I put the heel of my hand to my forehead. “This is just wrong.” I shot an accusing glance skywards. “Someone up there has a sick sense of humor.” “Nnngggrhhh!” Charity groaned. “Oh, Lord preserve. Mr. Dresden, I don’t have much time.” “No.” I sighed. “Naturally not.”
This isn't how labor works lmao
