“And I was counting reasons not to drop the knife,” he said. Salt stung his eyes, from seawater—or maybe not just that. He touched her belly gently. “Guess this is good practice. Help first, freak out later.”
Their baby kicked in response, and Catherine gave a teary smile. They barely had time to relax when Catherine suddenly stiffened. A small pop echoed, and warmth spread down her dress. Her face went pale. “John… I think my water just broke.”