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Okay, I never thought birth would be this painful. I was experiencing some third degree burns in my abdomen. Well, what the hell? I was in the car, Xander speeding towards the pack hospital. I was in the backseat, yelling for him to go faster. I was in yoga pants and a large shirt while Xander was in a shirt and jeans, his hair tousled. It's late. "Go faster, Xander!" I demanded, pain flowing through me. He looks back at me quickly with worried eyes before gunning the gas, the car bursting forward. He suddenly brakes, carrying me into the hospital and setting me in the wheelchair. The doctors wheeled me away, taking me through swinging doors and another large double door. Another shot of pain came to my stomach and I grimaced, biting my tongue until it bled. The nurse noticed. "Contracti