Tim blanched and caught Adamina by the arms, eyes widening in shock at the slight spasm she just--why, was she hurt? Did someone hurt her? Tim felt his breath get heavy as he tried to figure out what had gone wrong.
"Are you---okay, just--just sit---OW, MINA!" Tim let out at the nails gripping into his arm. Holy hell! His wife had never had a grip like that before, no way, though Tim supposed they'd never been in a bad enough fight for her to want to hurt him and he supposed she could pack quite a punch if she wanted to and---
Finally wrenching his arm away from Adamina, Tim rubbed it gingerly and stared down at her (how he'd managed to get her down into a chair he couldn't remember) and frowned. That was stranger than everything that had happened tonight. Well, no, he couldn't say that, but when you woke up this morning expecting to have your little baby girl in your arms------oh.
Tim's face contorted into one of shock, and he leaned forward, "I--do you think that was---a con--contraction?"
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