Chapter 10
“What do you think of this red shirt?” I asked Sol, slipping it over my head, then striking a pose. Sol grimaced, so hard it looked painful. I chuckled and pulled it off. “That bad, huh?”
Sol didn’t answer, and I absently smoothed my hair in place as I glanced at him, stretched out on our bed. He really looked like he was hurting. And not just because of my poor choice in fashion.
I rushed over. “Sweetheart?”
He grabbed my hand and put it on his belly. It was hard as rock. Panic flooded through me for a split second before I realized what was going on. As the tension loosened and he breathed normally again, I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Contraction huh? Well, we knew they’d start happening soon. Cure said you could go any day now.” I tried to keep my voice light and excite
