damagedbyfate
“On it!” Allison whips out her phone and dials the hospital’s number. Better that than worrying about the contractions like she wants to. “Hi? Yes, this is Allison Argent calling on behalf of Lydia Martin. Her- oh, you need to speak to her? I understand. Well, her water broke. We’re coming in to have these babies.” She hands Lydia the phone promptly, thinking her friend would be able to explain things better. “You’re doing great,” Allison encourages, giving Lydia a thumbs up. From there, she goes to the front closet to pick up the hospital bag. Returning with it, she offers Lydia a big smile and hug. “Let’s go, mama!”
Lydia gives her a half-hearted thumbs up when she comes back with her bag. She pulls away from the phone, “Grab a towel for the carseat. Oh! We got the carseats installed right?” She winces as another contraction grips her stomach. She turns her attention back to the woman on the phone. She explains that her water broke, she’s having twins, her contractions are 4 to 5 minutes apart, and tells her the name of her OB. She hangs up and starts towards the car, “Come on, Ally. It’s getting more intense.”Â
