Slipping into the warm bubble bath had been only part of her task tonight. She had been hoping to feel some relief in the pain. The contractions in no time were coming stronger and faster. With each one, Amelia gripped the bathtub, her fingers threatening to break the porcelain with the amount of strength she was using. So far, the only evidence of her contractions was the pain stricken looks she gave Troy and the grip she had on the tub. She said nothing, unable to speak and unwilling to moan.

With each contraction, she tried different positions in the tub, laying back, sitting cross-legged, on her hands and knees. Nothing help and she just had this overwhelming need to move around. She didn't know why her body was telling her to move, only that it was.

After an hour in the tub, the water was growing cold. While Amelia didn't feel the change in temperature because she was too preoccupied, she did realize it was offering her no help. So reluctantly, she stood in the bath and gripped onto Troy to steady herself as another contraction hit her. It was then that she heard (and felt) a pop, fluid falling back into the tub of water.

Her pain immediately intensified after her water had broken and she felt bad for Troy. He had nail marks in his skin from her tight grip. She would have to apologize later. "Honey, get me a pair of underwear...one that's not sexy." She did not want to ruin her good undies...especially when there were several pairs that Troy enjoyed her wearing. Lacy thongs just didn't seem appropriate right now.

She grabbed a panty liner when he returned and placed it in the cotton brief. She slipped the underwear on and decided that this would help to soak up the fluid that continued to leak down her legs. Once she was dried off, she practically fell into Troy's arms as another contraction hit her. She clung to him, holding onto him and rocking her hips as the pain began to ebb.

She sighed softly as she rested against him in exhaustion. "Can you go get me some B+ from the warmer?" It wasn't often that she drank blood in front of Troy let alone had him go retrieve it for her. However, she needed sustenance to get her another few hours. She hoped it would be enough to get her through her labor. "I'll be alright, honey. Get you a snack and pee while you're there. I promise I'll be fine." Troy had been reluctant to leave her all night, not parting with her to even relieve himself. No doubt his bladder must be about to burst.

Amelia moved around their bedroom, putting a tarp on the bed beneath some towels. Her body knew that their baby was almost here, that soon, they would be welcoming their baby into the world. By the time he finally arrived back in the room, she took the blood, giving him a light kiss. "Thank you." She drank the meal quickly, feeling it's effects almost immediately. She found a renewed strength and just in time too.

And all of the sudden, the mood changed.

With each contractions, she began a low moaning hum that she carried on throughout the contraction. She felt herself bend at the knees and stabilize herself against the post of their bed. Their baby was coming and she was beginning to feel the urge to push. "Call Dr. Greene." It was all she could manage to say between the contractions before another caused her to repeat the moaning hum, her body instinctively bearing down to push.