I shake my head. “Did you hear a word I said?”
Her face is more serious. “I got her.”
“I’m right here,” Sienna says, waving her hands around.
“No one could miss you right now,” Hadley says good-naturedly.
Sienna smacks her on the shoulder. “Shut it.” She points at me. “Your team’s waiting. Go before Tucker and Warren come badgering me too.”
I turn to see them walking out of the dugout toward us.
“Fine,” I grumble, walking away.
“Love you,” she shouts.
I pause, looking at her over my shoulder. “Love you more.” I high-tail it toward the other guys before she can shout a retort at me.
“Is she okay?” Warren asks when I reach them.
“I don’t know. She says it’s just Braxton Hicks,” I say.
Tucker adjusts his ball cap. “You don’t think it is, though?”
“I have no idea.” I sigh. “Hadley’s keeping an eye on her.”
They both stare at her for a beat before we all walk into the dugout.
I honestly can't even tell you what inning we’re in or what the score is at this point. Sienna is the only thing occupying more than five seconds of my attention at a time.
She’s lying back against the bleachers, her hands rubbing over her stomach. Even Jackson and Evelyn abandoned the game they were playing to sit at her side.
I pull off my glove.Fuck it.I can’t stand here anymore. Quick glances at Warren and Tucker show they’re ready to bolt, too.
Taking two steps forward, I pause. My sister’s voice makes my head swing toward her. She’s standing at the fence, shouting my name.
I sprint toward her faster than I think I ever have in my life. Tucker beats me there. Warren quickly slides in behind me.
“She’s in labor. There’s no way this is Braxton Hicks,” Hadley says.
“I’m fine,” Sienna says, glaring at her best friend.
My sister glares right back. “No, you aren’t.”
“I…” Sienna’s voice trails off. Her face scrunches up in pain. She groans, letting her head hit the seat behind her.
Now I’m sprinting to the closest part of the fence I can hop over. I have tunnel vision. My glove is deserted somewhere along the way.
I slide onto the bench beside her, taking her clammy hand in mine. “Love, I’m pretty sure this is the real thing.”
Her eyes flutter open just as Warren and Tucker crowd around her.
“We need to get you to a hospital,” Warren says.
She looks at him and nods, trusting that he’s been through this before. She must really be in pain, though, because she doesn’t fight us at all as we start shuffling toward my truck.
“Is it baby time?” Miles says, leaning over the fence.
“Yes, sorry,” I say as we keep walking.
