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miracle

⚠️ This story may be a bit triggering for some people!!!!!

The fading sun cast long shadows across the Outer Banks as the Twinkie bounced along an uneven dirt road. Inside, the Pogues were laughing about their latest misadventure, the air thick with the camaraderie that came so easily to them. But Sarah wasn't laughing.

Seated in the back, her hand cradling her belly, she felt a strange, growing pressure. It had started as a dull ache earlier that afternoon, but now it was sharper, more insistent. She shifted in her seat, trying to ease the discomfort.

"You okay?" John B asked, noticing her wince. His voice was laced with concern as he reached for her hand.

Sarah forced a tight smile. "Yeah, it's just... pressure. Probably normal, right?"

Cleo, sitting across from her, tilted her head. "Pressure? Like... baby-coming pressure?"

"No!" Sarah laughed nervously, though her face betrayed her worry. "It's not that. It can't be. I'm only 35 weeks."

Kiara glanced at Sarah in the rearview mirror, her brow furrowing. "You're pale, Sarah. Are you sure it's nothing?"

But before Sarah could answer, a sharp, searing pain shot through her abdomen. She let out a gasp, clutching John B's arm.

"Sarah?" John B's voice cracked, his eyes wide.

"Oh my God," Sarah whispered, panic rising in her chest. "This isn't normal. It hurts. It really hurts. Something's wrong."

"What kind of wrong?" Cleo asked, sitting up straighter.

"Contraction kind of wrong!" Sarah cried, tears springing to her eyes.

Pope whipped around from the front seat. "Contractions? How far apart?"

"I don't know!" Sarah sobbed, gripping John B's hand like a lifeline. "It feels constant!"

"Babe, breathe," John B urged, brushing her hair back. "In through your nose, out through your mouth."

Kiara pulled the Twinkie over, her hands shaking as she gripped the wheel. "We need to get to a hospital."

Cleo climbed into the driver's seat, taking over seamlessly. "No time. If this baby's coming now, we're delivering it here."

"What?" John B's voice cracked, his panic bubbling to the surface. "No, we can't—she can't have the baby here!"

"John B, pull yourself together," Cleo snapped, her tone sharp but calm. "Sarah needs you steady. Freak out later."

Sarah's breathing was ragged as another contraction ripped through her. "I can't do this," she sobbed. "It's too soon! The baby's too little!"

John B cupped her face gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Nothing is going to happen to you or our baby. I won't let it. You're the strongest person I know."

Cleo and Pope worked quickly, laying a blanket down in the back of the van and guiding Sarah to lie down. The Pogues moved in a chaotic yet strangely coordinated blur, each one focused on Sarah and the tiny life about to arrive.

John B helped Sarah onto the makeshift birthing area, his heart racing as she whimpered in pain. "I'm here. I'm not leaving your side."

Sarah's heart pounded, a mix of fear and disbelief surging through her. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to center herself, but the intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm her. "I can't do this," she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I can't—"

"Yes, you can. You're already doing it." Kie interrupted firmly, taking her hand. Her grip was steady, grounding. "You're stronger than you think, Sarah. We're here with you. You're not alone."