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The rest of Jane’s pregnancy seemed to literally fly by. Her bump grew larger and she became more uncomfortable, but she still wouldn’t trade it for the world. Callum was there every step of the way, just as he had been since the day she told him that she was pregnant. That Andrew had walked out on her before she could tell him. Of course, she had eventually told him. Even if Andrew no longer wished to be with Jane, he had the right to know that he had a child on the way, and a choice to make about whether he was to be in their life or not. The answer had yet to be given.
It was late one evening, and Jane was resting on the couch when suddenly she felt wet. Yanking the blanket off of her, her suspicion was confirmed, and her water indeed had broke. Jane had been feeling what she thought were Braxton hicks contractions for most of the afternoon, but now realized that she was in active labor. She grabbed her phone, sending a quick text to Andrew, letting him know that his son or daughter was making their entrance soon, and which hospital she would be at if he chose to show up. Breathing through a new contraction, she dialed Callum. “Callum?” she said as she heard the line pick up. “It’s time.”
