ALISON
"Congratulations, mama! You're at six. I think it's time to break your water and get things really going."
It sounded like a great idea to me, but I saw Noah's lips go white.
"Are you okay?" I asked, rubbing my fingers over the back of his hand. "You look a little green."
He swallowed, his throat convulsing. "This is the only part I'm a little, uh, squeamish about. I watched that birth online, and breaking the water looked-intense."
Maggie chuckled. "Stay up there by Alison and keep your eyes on her face. We don't need papa hitting the floor and suing the hospital."
Noah did as he was told, watching me intently as if waiting for me to show some sign of distress.
"Does it hurt?" he asked quietly. "The water part, I mean."
I shook my head. "It feels a little weird, but not-oooooh!" I gasped as I felt the gush hit my inner thighs. "Okay, then. Eyes here, Noah. Come on. We're in this together."