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At midnight “Sweetheart, wake up.” Raina heard someone whisper in her ear. It was Ronald. “Is anything the matter?” she muttered in a sleepy voice, her eyes still closed. “Yes, babe. I just got a call from Gabriel. Jemma is in labour.” His statement made Raina sit up immediately. “But she isn’t due until next week.” She said with a yawn. “Anyway things like this happen, can we go meet them at the hospital?” She asked. “Of course, that was why I woke you up,” Ronald said. They got down from the bed and went in search of the nearest clothes they could find. They went downstairs, knocked on Clarice door and informed her they were going to the hospital for the arrival of their goddaughter. Raina recognized the hospital. It was the same one she was brought to when Ronald found her unco