after the death of her mother, leighton's father sends her to a boarding school halfway across the world to be taught a lesson. she knows no one and no one knows her.
but the cherry on top is who her roommate is.
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The urge to pee is strong.
Gosh, I hate waking up to use the restroom.
I groan internally and walk to my bathroom. As I pull my bottoms down, a liquid seeps through my panties and puddles on the floor.
I freeze.
My water broke.
"Kai," I whisper, thinking he'll hear.
He doesn't, of course.
"Malakai!" I say a little louder.
He rushes into the bathroom.
"What what? Are you okay?"
"my water broke," I admit.
He rushes out of the bathroom, probably to get dressed.
A few moments later, he returns to he bathroom, dressed. But he's just standing there.
Frozen.
"Kai?" I ask and he doesn't move. "Kai! Are you okay?"
Nothing.
"Kai!"
"Okay, okay! Let's go!"
"Wait! I need to grab my bag!" I manage to say between contractions, but the pain hits again, more intense this time, and I grip the edge of the bed.
"Right! I'll get it!" He rushes to the corner where I'd packed my hospital bag, throwing clothes and necessities into it. I'm breathing through the contractions, each one more powerful than the last, but I can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. This is it.
After what feels like an eternity, Kai hands me the bag, his hands shaking slightly. "We're ready," he says, trying to mask his nerves with a smile.
"Let's go," I reply, and we stumble out of the room, making our way to the car. Every bump in the road feels like a shockwave, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. I try to focus on my breathing, counting in and out, but fear begins to creep in.
What if something goes wrong?
When we finally arrive at the hospital, Kai rushes to park while I brace myself against the car, waiting for another wave of pain to pass. I'm grateful that he's here, but I can't help the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. As soon as he's back, he takes my hand, guiding me inside.
The atmosphere is sterile and bright, and the nurses quickly assess the situation, leading us to a delivery room. I try to focus on Kai's presence, his comforting grip, but the pain intensifies, taking my breath away.
"Leighton, just breathe," he encourages, his voice steady, but I can hear the slight tremor in it. "You're doing amazing."
I nod, but the next contraction is a relentless wave that leaves me gasping. "I can't do this!" I cry out, feeling the panic rise.
