Tracey looked at the calendar and winced at the contraction. It's not her due. Not in two weeks.
"Ian!" She screamed aloud but there's no Ian. She carefully slipped off from bed. She breathed in and out as her stomach hurt. She doesn't know what contraction feels like but the thing that she's feeling might be a contraction. "Ian!" She shouted out of her lungs and the door burst open.
"I thought I heard it wrong." He said and rushed to her. "Sorry, babe. I was in my study room." He reached her hand as she squeezed his hand hard. "Ow,"
"I feel~~I feel something. Uhm, I think I'm having a contraction."
"What?" he exclaimed. The Butler came and quickly called the driver to prepare a car.
Then, the Butler took out the baby bag for the baby as Ian carefully led his wife to the door.
"Breath," He said softly.
"I'm breathing!" She scolded him.
