She shakes her head. “Trust me, something similar happened when I was pregnant with Alexis. I’d just peed but she kicked my bladder or something and I peed my pants in the middle of the grocery store.”
Xavier busts out laughing. “Oh, my God, Thea peed her pants. This is great. I have to get a picture.”
He whips out his phone and snaps a picture before any of us can blink. “Delete that,” Xander tells him in a deathly calm voice, his eyes fire.
Xavier frowns. “It’s not like I was going to post it.”
“No, you were just going to save it to whip it out at every family occasion from now until the end of the time.”
Xavier sighs and fiddles with his phone. “It’s gone.”
“Thank you.”
Sarah grabs my hand. “I think you guys should go to the hospital for piece of mind, but I really don’t think your water broke.”
“What’s going on in here?” my mom asks. “Is everything okay? You all disappeared.”
“Thea peed her pants,” Xavier tells her with a snicker.
“Just remember,” Xander warns him, “I’m still bigger than you and I will take you down, little brother or not.”
Xavier raises his hands innocently. “Just stating fact. Don’t shoot the messenger.”
“Yes,” Sarah tells her, “I’m fairly certain she’s peed her pants, but I told them they should go to the hospital anyway to make sure. If she would be in labor, it’s way too early, so better to know than not.”
“Do you want me to go with you?” my mom asks.
I shake my head. “I just want Xander.”
“Okay.” She frowns, so I can tell she’s a little hurt, but she doesn’t try to beg. I just know she’d make me more nervous in this kind of situation whereas Xander calms me down.
“Go, go,” Sarah urges us, when Xander and I keep standing there. “And then call and let us know once you know something.”
We say goodbye to his sister and dad, explaining the situation yet again, and then we put on our coats and leave.
Once in the car, I burst into tears.
“Thea,” he breathes, backing out of the driveway. He reaches over and grabs my hand, using one to steer. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m scared,” I mumble through my tears. “What if it was my water and I go into labor early? It’s too soon. I don’t want to lose her. I love her.”
Xander looks over at me with wide sad brown eyes. “I know you do. I’m scared too, but I’m trusting my mom right now. We’ll be at the hospital soon and then we’ll know for sure. Is she moving?” he asks me.
“I don’t know,” I admit reluctantly. “I haven’t felt her in a little while.” I start to cry harder. “What if something happened and she’s gone?” He doesn’t answer me. “Xander?” I prompt.
He looks over at me, tears in his own eyes. “That’s not going to happen,” he vows.
I want to believe him, but I know anything can happen.
And it sort of feels like this would be fates way of mocking me, since I was so ant-baby, and now I’m finally getting excited about the whole thing.
Since it’s Thanksgiving and my doctor’s office isn’t open, we check-in at the emergency room. We explain the situation and it isn’t long until they have me in a room and ask me to change into a gown.
I don’t think I’ve stopped crying the entire time. My face is permanently wet.
Xander sits in the spare chair, his knee bouncing restlessly.
I change into the gown and climb onto the bed. Xander slides his chair closer and takes my hand, kissing my fingers.