ESTEFAN'S POV
“Estefan,” Rhea yelled from inside the room and I glanced at Mrs Dutchman who was standing with me in the kitchen, before leaving the pan on the burning stove and running to the room.
“What's wrong?” I stepped into the room to see Rhea standing with her legs apart in front of the closet.
“My water broke.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the water on the ground.
“Okay, no need to panic,” I said but I was the one panicking because I had no idea what to do.
“She'll go into labour soon, we need to get her to the hospital.” Mrs Dutchman walked past me who was standing at the entrance, looking confused.
I shook my head and got myself together before moving close to Rhea. She placed one hand on her huge baby bump while I held the other hand and supported her back with my other arm as we walked out of the room.
“Fuck!” She cried out and squeezed the hand that she was holding. “That hurts.”
“I'm so sorry.” I caressed her back as she kept walking.
