"Friends" 2 || G.D. ||

49: Birth

Lynn's P.O.V.

Ethan tells Scarlett to put the phone on speaker. She calls 3 more times with no answer. 

"Where is Grayson anyway?" Ethan asks.

"Friends," I answer. The pain isn't that bad. There aren't constant contractions just every 10 minutes and small pains in between.

"How are you doing?" Ethan asks.

"Scared," I answer.

"Yeah," he says. He offers me his hand, "You can squeeze my hand if you need to."

I grab his hand and pretend it is Grayson's hand instead of Ethan's. As grateful I am for Ethan being here, I need Grayson. I hear another failed attempt at calling Grayson. I feel a sensation and then liquid comes out of me.

"Uh-um," I say freaking out.

"What's wrong, Lynn," Ethan asks.

"I-I think my water just broke," I say.

"We are like 10 minutes away from the hospital," Ethan says. I squeeze Ethan's hand as a tiny pain hits my stomach. 

"Hello?" I hear Scarlett say.

"Hello, who is this? What is going on?" I hear Grayson's voice over the phone.

"Here, can I have the phone, Scar," Ethan says. Ethan takes the phone takes a breath, getting ready to talk. 

I interrupt him before he starts speaking, "Grayson, if you don't get your ass to the damn hospital right now, I swear I am going to kill you."

"Whoa, whats going on? I wasn't near my phone for like 20 minutes and come back to like 30 missed calls. Where are you?" Grayson rushes.

"Lynn is in labor," Ethan says, "I'm driving her to the hospital right now."

"Fuck! Really?" Grayson yells.

"Yes, dude. Get to the hospital, now," Ethan says.

"I am leaving now," he says.

"How far are you from the hospital?" Ethan asks.

"I can get there in like 5 minutes," Grayson answers.

"Well, we are like 7 minutes out so you'll be there before us," Ethan says.

"How is Lynn doing?" Grayson says.

Ethan looks at me, "Want to talk?"

"I told you so," I say to Grayson.

"I'm sorry. I should have listened to you, babe. How are you doing?" he says. 

"It hurts sometimes," I say. 

"I'm so fucking sorry, baby," he says.

My muscles tighten and then relax and I groan loudly. 

"Whats going on?" Grayson says.

"Contractions," Ethan says.

"Fuck, I should be there," Grayson says.

"Stop beating yourself up about it," I say.

"Wait! Did you grab the bag?" Grayson says.

"Yeah, we did," Ethan answers. 

Soon, we pull up to the hospital emergency room. Grayson is stand by the door waiting. He runs up to the truck as soon as it stops. He opens the passenger door and helps me out.

"I'm sorry," he says, setting a kiss on my forehead. We start walking inside where Grayson tells the nurse that I am in labor. The rush me to a room and cut my pants off, while another nurse sticks an IV in my hand.