#Chapter 297 – Midnights

“Oh my god,” Victor gasps, instantly wide awake. “Oh my god,” he says again, grabbing my face and searching it like it has answers. “Are you – are you okay?” “Yes,” I say, nodding but then belying my answer with an immediate moan. I grit my teeth, my hand going to my stomach as I weather the contraction. “OH my god,” Victor says again, apparently not coming up with anything original tonight. Then he jumps up out of the bed. “We’ve got to go! We’ve got to get you to the hospital!” He spins around, looking around the room. “Where is – where is the hospital bag? Or whatever it is that you packed?” “Victor,” I say, huffing my breath out and glancing up at him. “There is no hospital bag.” “What?!” He gasps, spinning again the look at me like I’ve just said the most horrible thing in the world. “There’s no hospital bag,” I say again, the pain from the contraction fading now, my breath coming heavy at the end of it. “Because I’m having the babies here.” “WHAT” he yells, totally freake