*Lena*
Xander was walking a few paces behind me. He glanced down at his watch from time to time, especially whenever I bent over with my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath every time a contraction ripped from my lower back and settled over my belly.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked as I wiped tears from my eyes, refusing to look at him.
“What am I supposed to do with a newborn at our wedding, Xander?” I asked hotly, swallowing back a sob. I was delirious with pain and heavy, crippling anxiety. I felt several conflicting emotions at once, and all of them threatened to send me over the edge into a full-blown breakdown.
I couldn’t blame anyone but myself for having our wedding only a week before my due date. Summer Solstice was a major holiday, and it felt like the perfect time to gather our family together to celebrate. I figured Alexis would be right on time.
But she had other plans–early plans, it seemed.