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“Gabriel.” I whisper, lightly touching his side. It’s three in the morning and he’s sleeping soundly. Like always, one whisper is all it takes for him to spring awake and prepare to defend me. The first few times he did this, it shocked me, but now I’m used to it. “Nobody’s going to hurt me, but I need you to take me down to the medical center.” “What? Why? What’s wrong?” He’s instantly at my side lifting me carefully into his arms. “I’m in labor.” It wasn’t supposed to happen yet. I’m scheduled for a C-Section in a week, where the doctors were going to try to keep my body from giving birth to the littler one. I don’t know what will happen if this goes the natural route. I grimace as the burning begins again. I was always told that labor would be like very intense menstrual