Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1866: Embracing New Life

Chapter 1866: Embracing New Life

"Don't be nervous." Mya held his hand, comforting him. "Contractions are normal, and sometimes Braxton Hicks contractions can occur. I wasn't sure if I was really going into labor, that's why I didn't call you."

"Regardless of whether you're in labor or not, you need to go to the hospital!" Finnley was genuinely worried, regretting not waking up earlier.

"But from what I can tell now, the contractions are lasting longer and coming more frequently, so they shouldn't be false." Mya whispered softly.

"No more talking, let's go to the hospital!" Finnley lifted the covers, getting dressed and calling his mother on the phone, "Mom, Mya is going into labor! Get ready to go to the hospital!" Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

After hanging up, he quickly grabbed the labor bag that had been prepared in advance.

Then, he helped Mya sit up.

Soon, Violet and Albert rushed in wearing pajamas, their hair disheveled, looking anxious.

"Mya! Are you okay? Is it painful?"

"Is this it, are you going into labor?"

"Mom, I'm fine." Mya smiled, remaining optimistic not wanting to worry everyone too much.

She knew that childbirth was a natural phenomenon for women. Being assisted to the edge of the bed, Mya held her pregnant belly with a mix of emotions-excitement, nervousness, unease, fear, and joy.

"Mom, why are you all just standing there? Hurry up and change clothes!" Finnley urged, then bent down to help Mya put on her shoes.

"Oh, yes, yes!" Violet finally reacted, "We're going now! Hang in there!"

Then, she quickly dragged the anxious Albert and hurriedly left!

Finnley helped his wife put on her shoes and draped a thick coat over her. "It might be a bit chilly outside, so make sure you're warm!"

At this moment, Mya sat on the edge of the bed, calmly timing her contractions: 13 seconds, 14 seconds, 15 seconds...

Each contraction was lasting longer and longer, confirming that this was not false labor.

"Let me carry you!" Finnley bent down to hug her.

"No, no, I'm too heavy." Mya stopped him, holding his arm, trying to stand up on her own. "I'll walk by myself."

"You can't walk in this condition, dear, please listen to me! You're about to give birth!" Finnley, anxious and eager, lifted her horizontally and carried her out of the bedroom.

"Can you really carry me?" Even in pain from the contractions, Mya continued to worry about this issue.

"I must be able to carry you! To prepare for this day, I've been working out a lot recently!" Finnley assured her as he carried her downstairs, stepping steadily with each stride. "Don't worry! I won't drop you or the baby!"

Still on the stairs, he instructed the servant downstairs to quickly bring the labor bag upstairs!

The servant, excited, exclaimed, "Yes, sir! Madam is finally going into labor! Everyone is looking forward to it! A joyous occasion!"

Once downstairs, he rushed out of the living room and directly lifted Mya into the car.

At that moment, Albert came out putting on his coat, "Son, I'll drive! You sit next to Mya and take care of her!"

"Okay." Finnley got into the car as well.

The servant came out with the labor bag, and Violet emerged as well. She took the bag from the servant and while getting into the car, instructed the servant, "Prepare chicken soup quickly. Chicken soup, chicken soup!"

"Yes, madam!" The servant quickly turned and entered the kitchen.

The car doors closed, and the car quickly started driving towards the hospital.

Mya leaned against Finnley in the car, hands cradling her belly, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. Her entire stomach tightened with each contraction, causing the baby inside to also feel restless, kicking and punching her intermittently...