Page 63 of Gilded Tears (Kovalyov Bratva 2)

It’s water.

My water just broke.

Oh God.

I’m having this baby.

I’m having this baby now.

“Esme?”

The other passenger has moved off to a far corner. Geoffrey is looking at me from behind the glass of the ticket office with his eyebrows knitted together in concern.

I meet his gaze. The world spins. I feel my knees shake a little but I will myself to keep standing.

“I… need to get… hospital,” I choke out. Another wave of pain has me wincing.

I hear footsteps, fast, but with a discernable limp. Then I feel a hand on my arm, strong and firm.

I lean into his weight at my side to stop from falling over. I have to trust him. I don’t have any other choice.

“Hold on, girl,” Geoffrey orders. His voice is so deep and soothing that for a moment, it actually succeeds in calming me.

“I… I can’t,” I gasp. White light streaks across my eyes like shooting stars. “This baby is coming…”

And then, one by one, the stars snuff out.

All that’s left is darkness.