[It's Time] Hello, my baby...

Hattie had put the finishing touches on the nursery a week prior and had spent the last week out of the house every day. The first? She'd had lunch with Kitt at the office. The second? Mani-pedi's at the nicest salon in London. The third? She'd had lunch in an upscale restaurant, sampling from their dessert menu. The fourth? She'd gone to the park and walked around, doing anything she could to put herself into labor. The fifth? She'd bought another round of blankets, sleepers, onesies and bottles and gone back home to redo the nursery again.

When Kitt had come home that night, she'd had dinner waiting. The staff had been dismissed early that afternoon and she'd spent the evening scrubbing the kitchen and making dinner, just for her husband.

Then? She took him to bed. Or, rather, she let him take her to bed. It didn't matter. When they were together, in their bed, the world stopped for her and she lost herself in his every touch.

He'd kissed her bare shoulder goodbye the next morning and she mumbled how much she loved him. She only woke when it became obvious that the household was going to continue making noise, no matter how much she wanted them to be silent. She dragged herself into the shower at noon and luxuriated under the spray, taking time to wash her hair and soap her body.

It was while reaching up to rinse the conditioner out of her hair that she felt a rush between her legs. Looking down, she didn't seen anything different, but just then, her entire stomach shifted and she was hit by a cramp.

"Oh, no. No, no, no." She held onto the rail in the shower until it passed and then she pulled two fluffy pillows off the rack. "Gotta call- Call, um-"

In the bedroom, she hit the speed-dial for Kitt's direct line, knowing it was lunchtime.