Ric's hands trembled as he grabbed the car keys. "I'll drive! Let's hurry!" he shouted, flinging the door open.
Harry, who saw them, followed and sat in the front seat.
Greg was already cradling Cammy, who was doubled over in pain, her face pale and slick with sweat. "I got you, baby, I got you," he whispered urgently, running to the car.
Cammy screamed again as another contraction tore through her. "Greg—it hurts! Oh God, it's coming! It's really coming!"
"I know, baby, just hold on. You're doing amazing," Greg said, slipping into the backseat with her, never letting go of her hand.
Ric floored the gas pedal, tires screeching as they bolted from the driveway. The car swerved slightly before steadying, slicing through traffic with ruthless speed.
In the back, Cammy gripped Greg's hand like a lifeline, her entire body trembling.
"Breathe, Cammy… In through your nose, out through your mouth. Just like we practiced," Greg coached, his voice tight with fear but filled with love.
