At Luxford Academy, the elite boarding school for the ultra-rich, Adriana and Nicholas have been bitter rivals since childhood. Forced to live in the same dorm, their once-friendly pranks have escalated into daily clashes-sharp insults, constant bic...
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The day started out so normal it almost felt surreal. I woke up late, stretched lazily in bed, and smiled when I felt Nick's hand resting protectively over my very pregnant belly. "Good morning, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple as I blinked awake.
"Morning," I yawned, shifting as best as I could. Being this pregnant with twins meant moving felt like an Olympic event. I was about a week from my due date, and even though everyone—including Nick—was on high alert, I was calm. Too calm, probably.
The morning turned into early afternoon, and the house was peaceful. Nick was working on something in his office, and I was trying to distract myself by cleaning up a little, washing a cup that had been sitting on the counter.
That's when I felt it.
A strange, warm gush of liquid sliding down my leg. For a moment, I froze completely, my eyes wide as I processed what was happening. It couldn't be, right? It was too calm for this.
But no. I looked down, and sure enough—my water had just broken.
I set the cup down immediately and called out, "Nick?" My voice was steady, but inside, panic had begun to bubble up.
"Yeah?" he called back casually from the other room.
"Nick!" I shouted louder this time, clutching the counter for balance. "Come here—NOW!"
I heard him get up quickly, his footsteps pounding down the hallway before he appeared in the kitchen. He looked at me, then down at the floor, and finally back up at me. His face turned pale. "Wait... is that—? Did your—?"
"My water broke," I said breathlessly, trying to stay calm as my heart started racing.
Nick stood there like a statue, his mouth opening and closing like he'd forgotten how to speak. He was completely frozen in shock, and the absurdity of it hit me. My husband—cool, calm, collected Nick—was malfunctioning.
"Nick!" I snapped at him, trying to get his attention, but at that exact moment, a contraction ripped through me, and I gasped loudly, gripping my stomach.
"Adri?" Nick's voice finally unfroze, full of panic now.
I grabbed the nearest thing I could reach—a wooden spoon—and chucked it at him. It hit his shoulder with a dull thud. "Get the fucking bag, Nicholas!" I growled through gritted teeth. "The hospital bag! Go!"
That seemed to do it. He blinked rapidly, shook himself out of his shock, and sprang into action. "Right, okay! Bag—hospital bag—I got it!" He practically sprinted toward the bedroom while I stood there, gripping the counter and breathing through the contraction.
By the time Nick came flying back, holding the bag in one hand and his car keys in the other, I was standing by the door, bracing myself against the wall. "Okay, let's go," he said breathlessly, coming to my side and carefully taking my arm.
