My mom and I are disassembling my old crib when I get a call from Marcus.
I listen in disbelief and then run to the garage door, grabbing my wallet off the kitchen counter.
“Phillip, what’s wrong?” Mom asks, following me to my car.
“JJ. Wreck. Labor. Hospital.” I say something to that effect.
Mom grabs my shoulders. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine, but the wreck caused her water to break, and she’s in labor. I don’t know much else.”
“Okay, you go. I’ll wait here for your father, put Angel away, and lock up. We’ll be right behind you.”
I nod as I open the car door and peel out of the garage.
Upon arrival at the hospital, I give them my name and Jadyn’s and tell them she’s on her way in an ambulance.
“I’m not sure if she’ll give birth naturally or if they will want to do a C-section,” the maternity nurse says, “but let’s go ahead and get you scrubbed
