Not the moment, not the place

Maeve lied down on the couch taking deep breaths as she heard Rosalie’s voice on the other side of the door. It was reassuring to have someone that actually knew that was to deliver a baby even if she wasn’t next to her physically “Don’t let her go!” yelled Maeve when she heard Lucien speak. She knew that the most logical course of action would be to allow Rosalie to go leave to seek help but she was scared and stressed. The pressure in her lower abdomen was increasing and the contractions were starting to get closer and stronger.

Maeve could feel tears running down her face, she didn’t know if it was because of the pain or because of the situation. She tried to keep her shit together “Rosalie what should we do now?” she asked out loud.