Bree was moving around and picking up some things when her eyes went wide. She looked down and saw that a puddle of water formed underneath her. “ROSITA!” Bree yelled for the housekeeper. Rosita came running from down the stairs and asked Bree what was wrong. Rosita looked down to the water and started panicking saying words in Spanish that Bree only caught a jest off. “Calm down!” Bree held onto her stomach and started her breathing, “We need to get to the hospital, but I need you to call Andre to bring the car around,” Bree said as she waddled towards the downstairs closet to grab her hospital bag.
Rosita nodded and ran while praying in Spanish. Bree laughed as she waddled towards the front door. She took out her phone and dialed Victor’s number. She waited a few rings before there was an answer. “Hey baby,” Bree was talking while controlling her breathing, “I don’t want to panic you or anything, but my water broke,” she said just as their driver pulled up to the front of the house with Rosita. “I’m heading to the hospital now,” Bree said wincing at the contractions she could feel before dropping her phone. Rosita helped Bree into the car before closing the door behind her and jumping into the backseat with her. Andrea drove quickly to the hospital.
Rosita picked up Bree’s phone and spoke. “Mr. Victor, we just arrived to the hospital,” she said quickly adding a few Spanish words in, “She said you better bring your butt to the hospital now.” She hung up before following her employer and friend until she couldn’t follow anymore. // @wingsbestrong
