Not the moment, not the place

Twelve hours?!?! He definitely sure as fuck hoped they’d get out of there before that long. The full realisation that the fact Maeve was in labour, coupled with the fact they were stuck in the room, probably meant delivering the baby himself if someone couldn’t get them out of there was just starting to sink in. Which urged him to pound and yell louder on the door that was still stuck firmly in place.

When he heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door, his face lit up. This was perfect, even if Rosalie couldn’t get the door open, at least she’d be able to help him with what he needed to do. He vaguely remembered his younger siblings being born, back when he was a child. He remembered a lot of screaming coming from his mother’s room, but he’d never actually gone inside while it was happening.

"Rosalie! Oh thank God it's you!" he cried out upon seeing me, his voice edged with a palpable mix of fear and relief. "We're stuck here! We can't get the blasted door open and, to top it all off, Maeve has gone into labour! She's started contractions and we're trapped here without any medical help!" His words tumbled out in a rush, each one heavy with the overwhelming anxiety that he was experiencing.