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Knox
I knew I needed to stay calm and assess the situation, but McKenna showing up here tonight had really thrown me off. And not to mention a very pregnant Amanda waddling across my floor, groaning in pain, was putting me a little outside my comfort zone. My head was spinning like a fucking top.
Think, Knox.
I checked on McKenna again. She was sprawled across my bed where Iâd laid her down, and her body was limp and pale. She was breathing, but she wasnât responding to my voice or touch. She had passed out cold from the shock of finding me in my bedroom with Amanda. I would have to deal with the repercussions later. My guess was that McKenna had driven back from her extended stay in Indiana, and finding me with Amanda in my bedroomâalong with the soundtrack of Amandaâs moansâhad McKenna assuming the worst. Next, I tried to get Amanda to sit down and rest, but she pushed me away, insisting that walking was helping.
Knowing I was seriously out of my element, I grabbed my cell phone and dialed my neighbor, Nikki. She had a baby; surely sheâd know if this was false labor or the real thing.
âNik, yeah. Hey, my friend Amanda thinks sheâs going into labor, but sheâs not due for another several weeksââ
Nikki cut me off, saying something about a guy named Braxton Hicks and timing contractions, but before I could hear the rest, Amanda let out a bloodcurdling scream.
âIâm peeing, I think Iâm peeing! Am I peeing?â She squatted on the floor, her pants growing darker with a wet stain.
What the fuck? I cursed under my breath and crossed the room to give her a hand.
Nikki, overhearing the entire thing, laughed. âHer water just broke. Get her to the hospital. This babyâs coming early.â
Christ. âMcKennaâs here and passed outâI canât just leave her. And Tuckerâs here, too. Can you come over?â
âSorry, Iâm out of town at my momâs,â Nikki said.
âAll right. Gotta go, Nik.â
âGood luck.â
I hung up the phone and helped Amanda remove her wet pants and underwear, then gave her a pair of my sweats. Iâd worry about cleaning up the puddle of water on my floor later. In all the commotion, Tucker had come upstairs and was now peeking around the open doorway. âItâs okay, Tuck, you can come in.â
He ventured inside the room slowly, looking around at the two women, his eyes as big as saucers. McKenna was still out cold. âWhat happened?â he asked.
âKennaâs all right, I promise. And Amandaâs going to have her baby.â
Amanda let out a low moan and sat down on the bed next to McKenna. Doing the only thing I could, I picked up my phone and dialed 911. The paramedics could make sure McKenna was all right and give Amanda a lift to the hospital. While I waited for them to arrive, I sent Tucker downstairs to gather up some towels. He didnât need to be up here seeing Amanda in agonizing pain and worrying about McKenna. It wasnât healthy for his little mind to try to process all that was happening. I was having a hard enough time keeping my own stress level contained.
A few minutes later I heard sirens and ran downstairs to meet the paramedics. One man and one woman rushed inside and followed me and a wide-eyed Tucker up the stairs to my attic bedroom.