Safety Net

19

Jo and Alex sat with the disassembled crib, trying to figure it out. He held up the back "Get the side," He said, watching Jo push the right side up "No. Not that one."

"Is there a difference?!" She said, frustrated. She put it down, grabbing the opposite one. She watched as he screwed the pieces together. Jo bit her cheek, trying to ignore the pressure in her stomach.

Alex groaned as the screwdriver slipped off the screw, onto the wood, leaving a mark. "Damn it!" He rubbed the dented area before looking up. His expression changed completely "Hey, you okay?"

Jo nodded "I'm fine. Continue... this." she didn't know how long he would believe that- or how much longer she would believe that. The pain happened every ten minutes, increasing almost every time.

A few hours passed and they finally put the crib together, next to their bed. "It's cute, but there's no sheets." Jo crossed her arms, stepping back to look at their work.

"We will get that after you go in labor." Alex suggested, picking up the trash. He tossed them in the garbage, standing next to Jo. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders "Not too bad."

"Not too bad at all." She grinned, nodding. "Go to bed, i'll be there in a minute." She said, walking into the kitchen.

"Wait... what? You mean you're sleeping... in the same bed as me?" He asked, trying to hide a grin.

"Yeah. If it's okay with you." She said, grabbing a cloth to start the dishes.

"Yeah. Of course." He walked closer to the bed. He laid down, watching her. He didn't want to leave her in obvious pain, but he didn't want to be stubborn and force her to go to the hospital.

Jo gasped, putting the cloth down as a gush of liquid ran down her legs. "Alex!" She yelled, grabbing a towel.

He jumped up, running over to her "Did- did you pee yourself?" He asked, in some kind of shock. He didn't think it would be happening so soon. Thirty-two weeks was not safe. He grabbed her hands from behind, helping her stand. "Let's get you cleaned up and go to the hospital, okay?"

"Okay." Jo said, sniffling. Her eyes filled with tears. She wasn't ready.