Another contraction rips through my body, as I dig my finger nails into Freezys chest, still sobbing.

'Fuck sake Harry, answer your fucking phone!' Freezy whisper shouts, hanging up and trying again. 'What the fuck is the FUCKING point in a fucking phone if you do not fucking answer the fucking thing!'

I am still sat on the sofa in my soaking wet clothes, unable to move without Freezys help, but him to getting hold of Harry was more important to me right now.

'Its okay, I will ring Lux' Freezy says as he puts his phone back to his ear. Maybe half a minute passes, and Freezy lobs his phone down on the coffee table. 'FUCKING USELESS WANKERS.' Oh Jesus, I am terrified and panicking and Freezy is having a full blown mental break down. This isn't helping at all.

Another wave of pain, of contracting muscles. Freezy pulls me back into his chest and strokes my hair. 'Hey hey, its okay, I'm here' he whispered as leaned back into the sofa taking me with him. 'How do we know when you need to go to hospital?'

'We need to time the contractions' I whisper, realising that I can't just sob into Cal and the sofa. Im having a baby, this is happening no matter what.

'Right, lets get you bathed and changed, it will make you feel more comfortable than in those wet clothes, and I will try Harry again.'

Freezy runs me a hot bath, helps me undress and assists me into the bath. He leaves me in there to get his phone, trying Harry again when he re-enters. 'Do you know where he has gone?' I groan as pain rips through me once again. I swear they aren't all that far apart, but I am too scared to start timing them. Not until I am out of the bath and dressed at least. I don't even care that Freezy is sat on the edge on the bath whilst I am in here naked. Labour does strange things to you.

Freezy puts his phone back to his ear for a second time, I guess he is trying Lux. 'Cal for fuck sake mate, CALL ME BACK. Jess is in labour, and if one of you two doesn't answer your phone soon he is going to miss the birth of his fucking child!' He puts his phone on the sink before turning to me. 'Its okay, I left a message.'

Cal helped me back out of the bath, wrapped me in a towel and sat me on the end of the bed. He grabbed fresh joggers and a hoody for me from the chest of drawers, then set about collecting all of my bags and maternity notes together. Cal likes to organise when he is anxious, so I just leave him to it.

Once I am clothed once again, I hand Cal my phone on the contraction timer app that Harry had downloaded a few weeks back, ready to find out how close together they really were. He timed the difference between the next five to make sure he had an accurate reading. 'Three minutes.'

I swear to god, if Harry misses the birth of our child I will KILL him.