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KITTY FELT IMMENSELY GUILTY.
SHE had promised Sugar to be there when she goes into labor. Instead, Sugar went into labor early, alone and in her car during a traffic jam, unable to get a hold of anyone from the restaurant due to one of Carmy's nonnegotiables having been that everyone must leave their cell phones in their lockers.
When Kitty was finally able to grab it, she saw almost ten minutes calls, five voicemails and twenty messages from her best friend. All informing of what had happened.
"Shit, shit shit!"
"What's wrong?" Richie asked, walking into the locker room and watching as his girlfriend haphazardly and as frantically as humanly possible shrugged off her apron and grabbed her stuff from her locker, her bag and jacket falling to the ground.
"It's Sugar," Kitty said in a rushed voice, leaning down to pick up the stuff that fell out of her bag.
Richie bend down to help her, "What happened? Is she okay?"
"She went into labor," Kitty explained, her eyes looking frantic as she made eye contact with Richie, watching his own widening.
"Shit!" Richie groaned, rubbing his forehead.
Kitty nodded, "I need to get to the hospital. Donna's there," She explained as she stood up, slamming her locker door shut.
"Donna?" Richie asked, his brows bouncing up to his hairline.
Kitty nodded, "Yeah, my reaction also," She muttered looking down at her phone to send a few messages to Sugar, apologising for not responding and assuring her she was on her way, "Can you drive me there?"
"'Course," Richie nodded.
Since the two lived and worked together, it seemed pointless to take two cars to work, so they always just shared a ride. Taking it in turns to drive. That day it had been Richie's turn.
As the couple practically sprinted out the restaurant, Richie had time to finally look at his phone, noting that he too received missed calls from Sugar – albeit not as many as Kitty.
They reached the hospital in record time, with Richie most definitely driving way over the limit at times. And when they ran in, Donna was sitting out the front in the waiting area, tears in her eyes, her mascara slightly smeared under her bottom lashes. She had a watery smile on her face as she was looking down at her phone.
"Donna," Richie called out.
She looked up, her smile widening when she saw Kitty and Richie, "Kitty Cat! Richie!" She rushed to her feet, spreading her arms wide to greet the couple.
