Dante’s POV.
Seeing the pink stained liquid on the floor. My brain kicks in. I scoop Celeste up in my arms and rush her toward the bedroom. She is groaning, her head leaning back.
“Breathe, baby, I’m here. We need to get you changed. Your soaked and I want you as comfortable as possible.” I tell her but she isn’t listening. She looks at me, all the colour draining from her face.
“It’s too soon, it’s too soon.” She freaks out, and I place her on her feet and take her face in my hands.
“Look at me, the lady in the classes told us that babies can come at anytime from thirty-eight weeks. So this is normal. It just means that our sweet one is wanting to meet us sooner. It’s ok baby, don’t cry.” I pull her to me as she sobs on my chest. Her hands balled into my shirt as she steps back and l
