CHAPTER 17
“WHAT TIME IS IT?” KENNEDY rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t meant to doze off, but she soon came to realize that childbirth was nothing like the movies where your water breaks and in minutes you’re screaming and writhing in agony. With nothing better to do, she had leaned up against the window and let exhaustion overtake her.
Willow swept some hair off Brandy’s sweaty brow. “Almost eight. You were out forever. I’m glad you got that sleep. You really needed it.”
Kennedy felt guilty for not being more useful. “How are things going? Is she doing ok?”
Willow smiled faintly. “You can ask yourself, you know. It’s just labor. It’s not like she can’t talk.”
Kennedy felt herself blush. “Ok, how are you feeling?”
Brandy winced. “Contractions are starting to hurt now.”
“She’s in the tran
