by Allie Gail
What the hell? Did I just…was that…was it…oh my God! Did my water just break? It did! But it’s not time yet, not for another three weeks! Oh no, I have to call my parents…I have to call Madelyn…I have to…eww, I have to get out of these wet pants…
Shane pauses to look back at me. “Are you ready to go, babe?”
My mouth parts in disbelief and I stare at him with wide, unblinking eyes. “Uh. Sure. Only I think we’re going to have to make a little detour along the way.”
“Okay, but we’ll have to make it quick. Where did you need to go?”
“The hospital,” I tell him as a slow, furtive smile begins to unfold. “You might want to run upstairs and get my overnight bag. I could be mistaken, but I think you’re about to become a father.”
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About the Author
Born and raised in small-town Alabama, Allie Gail currently resides in the panhandle of Florida with her schmexy blue-eyed hubby, where they are currently being held hostage by a temperamental gray entity disguised as a cat. (If you’re reading this – send help! Oh, and tuna. Send lots of tuna.) Always an obsessive reader, she took to her keyboard on a whim back in 2012 and hasn’t stopped writing since.
When she isn’t busy obsessing over the lexicon of her latest project, Allie can usually be found snuggled up to her hubby watching Netflix, helping out with the family business or playing online RPG games while indulging her hopeless addiction to Tootsie Rolls.
In other words, she’s a total nerd.
Don’t fault her that, though. Her paladin will someday save the world. Or at the very least, have some really pretty matching plate armor.
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