“Hurry, Leo!” You said with a small voice as you laid your head on Leo’s chest, a couple of tears fell into his shirt before he made it to his car. He laid you in the backseat, jumping into the driver’s seat. He drove with such concern for you and the baby. You made a couple more whimpers trying to catch your breath. He reached behind his seat and grabbed your hand, you clenched onto his hand as he squeezed back.