The Storm

I am awoken by a sharp pain in my stomach, almost like it is ripping apart. I get up and scream when I see blood mixed with my broken water on the bed. Derek gets up as soon as I scream and sees me standing with my pants covered in blood. He scoops me up, runs downstairs and places me on the couch, after which he grabs all the bags we packed as well as the twins. I scream in pain when a contraction hits me like a train, which causes Derek to move even faster than he was a while ago. Derek grabs the bags, the twins and he places me in the arms of the butler, who awoke when he heard my screams. As we are about to to exit the house, a loud horn is blared throughout the city. "Babe, what does that sound mean?" I ask Derek whimpering in pain. "It means that a tornado is coming, fuck!" Derek curses out, running back inside with the butler hot on his trail. They run down to the basement of the house and set up a home version of a hospital room. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs fro