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Cassander couldn't get comfortable. Being eight and a half months pregnant didn't help, of course, but this was different. Cass assumed he was just going into labor, and tried not to panic too much over it. His husband kept saying it was okay to be a little worried, with this being their first child, but Cass didn't want to harm the baby by stressing over anything. Their child had been head down for a few days now, only delivering a couple small kicks to the carrier's ribs every so often. Cass didn't mind, reading that prior to delivery, the baby would settle, allowing a small warning to the carrier. Now, Cass laid in bed with his husband contently asleep at his side, hugging a maternity pillow close as he watched a rerun of some soap opera at five in the morning. He'd begun to feel contractions, but they were nearly forty-five minutes apart, not wanting to wake his love yet.