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The bedroom is bathed in the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. A chill creeps in from the old window, but you're burning up, tangled in sweat-damp sheets. Your first contraction hits like a wave, and you feel the warm gush of your water breaking. There's no time for the hospital. Beside you, Dain sleeps soundly, his dark hair tousled, oblivious to the storm. You reach out, fingers trembling, and tap his shoulder. His eyes flutter open, tired at first, then sharpening as he sees your face. "What's wrong, love?" he asks, voice low, but already shifting, alert. What do you tell him?