"Help me," she begged breathlessly, "I can't take a taxi."

"I knew that one day you would let your guard down with me," Gerald said.

Myriam raised her face, clouded with tears and sweat.

"I'd rather give birth on the street," he growled through clenched teeth, "than... ask you for help." She completed the sentence and clung tightly to his arms, moaning in pain.

Gerald closed his eyelids because she had dug her nails into his skin, and it hurt; however, there was no time to complain now, and without hesitation, he carried her in his arms.

"What are you doing?" she questioned. "Let go!" She ordered.

He lowered her just the way she wanted, and again another contraction made her double over, she watched him walk away to his car.

“Where are you going?” She yelled. "Are you going to leave me like this?"

Gerald snorted, and rolled his eyes.

"Who understands you, you said you preferred to give birth in the street" He shrugged his shoulders.

“A… Ouch!” She cried in pain and grabbed h