There was no driver. No security convoy. Just Ryan in a rush, Marlene in the back, and Eve in the passenger seat, gripping the door handle when the next contraction rolled through.
Ryan drove fast, but controlled, hands tight, eyes scanning traffic like the whole city was an obstacle between him and safety.
Eve’s breathing grew more focused as the pains came closer together.
Marlene sat behind her, whispering encouragement. “You’re doing so well, madam.”
Eve tried to respond with humour, but another contraction stole the words.
Ryan’s voice came tight. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Eve exhaled. “It’s not too much. It’s just… intense.”
Ryan’s jaw flexed. “I hate that you’re in pain.”
Eve glanced at him. “I’m making humans, Ryan.”
Ryan’s eyes flicked to her, panic and awe mixing. “Two
