Trillion Dollar Baby

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MIA's POV:

" stop the car "

" why "

" we need to help him "

" Mia are you trying to die "

" Ambrose why do you always think the worst of people, he clearly needs help " he doesn't answer me.

" ok fine then let me out and then you can go back alone " he doesn't listen to me. " Ambrose I'm serious let me out " he sighs then drives back in reverse to where the man was, thankfully there wasn't anyone else on the road or else Ambrose would've got some serious bad mouthing from a Frenchie.

I get out of the car and Ambrose does the same, I give him a confused look.

" I'm not leaving you alone with a strange man" he tells me.

I rush over to the man.

" do you speak English " he tells me concerned.

" yeah I'm American "

" oh thank god, my wife she's going into labor and my car won't work and both our phones are off, I don't know what to do " I hear a woman scream loudly and I peep into the car and truth be told there was a pregnant lady giving birth.

" come on well give you a ride to the hospital " I say and Ambrose gives me a glare.

" this lady's giving birth you asshole "

" I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING " he yells at me.

" YOU GAVE ME A LOOK " I yell back.

" THAT IS MY FACE "

" WELL CHANGE IT "

" hey guys my wife's giving birth and I'm pretty sure anyone who lives a mile away probably woke up " he said holding his wife next to him.

We both turn to give him deathly glares and both him and his wife look at us wide eyed.

" I can wait " she says.

" come on " Ambrose says getting into the drivers seat and me next to him. The man and the women sit in the back.

" thank you so much, we're Kyle and Amy "

" this is Ambrose and I'm Mia " I tell him " also why are you giving birth in Paris "

" well we wanted all our kids to be born in cool places "

" oh that's cool, are you guys alone here "

" both our parents are supposed to fly in tonight because I'm not supposed to give birth for a few days " Amy says in agony.

She turns to her husband.

" how am I going to contact my parents? " she tells him.

" here you can have my phone " i tell her and she makes the call.

" ok my parents are going to meet us at the hospital- OWWWW GET THIS OUT OF ME "

" how long have you been in labor " Ambrose asks.

" I'll say 5 hours " Kyle answers.

" 5 hours are you kidding me? "

" well we spent two hours at home because we didn't think she was giving birth and 3 on the road because no one would stop for us "

" Ambrose can you drive faster "

" don't tell me what to do "

" can you please stop acting like a child "