hree months later
I was having contractions, and they were increasing as time passed. Ivan went out for a quick work errand and was currently on his way back. However, traffic held him down, and I don't think he would make it on time. The pain was terrible. I couldn't even walk to save my life.
I can't sit without doing anything. I sent my house help to the supermarket, and she was not back yet. I needed to find another solution. I don't want to give birth on the wheelchair. I didn't want to complicate things further. I took my phone and called the one person I didn't know I would be calling - Chase. I dialed his number, and he picked up instantly.
"Hello, Lisa."
"Please, I need your help. I think I'm going into labor. Ivan isn't home," I pleaded for help.
"I'm on my way," he said w
