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kid is going to be a fighter,” she mused, shifting
into a more comfortable position.

 
    Liam smirked and rested a hand
on Jasmine’s stomach, which was barely contained by her tank top. When he
didn't feel anything, he pulled the fabric up and pressed his palm against her
bare flesh.

 
    “Give it a second,” Jasmine
said, placing her hand on top of his as she silently urged the baby to kick
again.

 
    It did the trick.

 
    Liam smiled and followed each
one of the baby’s motions, seeming to forget that it was Jasmine's skin that he
was stroking.

 
    Jasmine smiled as she watched
him. He looked so happy, and the baby’s movements indicated that he or she was
happy too. It occurred to Jasmine that this was probably how it was for real
couples; calm, relaxed moments that didn’t end with an air of awkwardness.

 
    When Liam caught Jasmine
staring at him, she pulled herself from her thoughts and stood up to get ready
for bed. Sleep didn't come easy for her though. As soon as her eyelids started
to feel heavy, she was jolted out of bed by a sharp pain that shot its way
through her lower back.

 
    “Liam,” Jasmine hissed from his
doorway, steadying herself against the frame when her contractions became more
painful. These were definitely not Braxton Hicks.

 
    “Hm?” Liam groaned, sitting up
and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

 
    “I…I think it’s time.”

 
    That was all Liam needed to
hear. He shot out of bed and scrambled for his clothes as fast as possible. “Are
you sure?” he questioned, clumsily sliding into a pair of jeans.

 
    When Jasmine didn't respond,
Liam switched on the light and sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the way she
was cowering in the hall. It told him everything he needed to know.

 
    “I’m sure,” Jasmine managed
between strained breaths. “My stomach feels really tight, and I’m having
contractions.”

 
    “Shit.” Liam rubbed his face
and combed his fingers through his hair as he dispelled a stream of air from
his lungs. “Okay, this is fine. It’s going to be fine, Jazz, I promise.”

 
    Jasmine wasn't sure who Liam
was trying to convince more—her or himself. She started to tell him so,
but she stopped in mid sentence when she noticed the moisture running down her
legs.

 
    This was definitely not a false
alarm.

 
    Liam gawked at Jasmine for a
few seconds before snapping it action. He rushed to help her change into a
clean pair of pajamas, and neither one of them had time to feel awkward about
him seeing her naked. All things considered, it seemed like a pretty irrelevant
concern.

 
    Liam led Jasmine downstairs and
snatched up his phone along the way, dialing Dr. Everett’s number to inform her
of what hospital they would be at. She assured him that it was a good one and
promised to get there as quickly as possible.

 
    “Wait, how did you know her
number?” Jasmine questioned.

 
    “Jazz, you’re eight and a half
months pregnant,” Liam said, giving her an amused look. “Of course I'm going to
have your doctor’s number on hand. Contrary to what you might think, I’m not a
total buffoon.”

 
    “Yeah, not totally,” Jasmine
remarked, smiling through her pain. “You’re actually kind of amazing.”

 
    Chapter sixteen

 
    “Her name is Jasmine Davis,”
Liam told the nurse behind the desk in the maternity ward. “Her obgyn is Dr.
Lucille Everett. She’s based out of Los Angeles but will be here shortly.

 
    “And you are?” the woman
questioned in a brisk tone.

 
    “Liam Manning.”

 
    “Sorry, I meant what is your
relation to the patient?” the woman clarified, glancing at Jasmine, who was
seated in a wheelchair with a pained expression on her face.

 
    “He's the baby's father,”
Jasmine spoke up, rolling her eyes. What was this woman's deal? She was giving
them such a hard time for no reason. It was starting to seem like she had
something against interracial couples.

 
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