Cooking dinner in my kitchen, I pause to drink a glass of water when I suddenly start feeling cramps in my 39-week pregnant belly. They get worse, developing into a series of painful contractions, and I remind my unborn baby that it's not their time yet as I struggle to regain my composure. I brace myself against the table, my breathing labored, as I continue fighting to stave off the contractions. My panties suddenly feel too constricting, so I quickly slide them off and my shirt immediately follows. I'm now completely naked, and the contractions only seem to be getting worse! I cry out in...

Cooking dinner in my kitchen, I pause to drink a glass of water when I suddenly start feeling cramps in my 39-week pregnant belly. They get worse, developing into a series of painful contractions, and I remind my unborn baby that it's not their time yet as I struggle to regain my composure. I brace myself against the table, my breathing labored, as I continue fighting to stave off the contractions. My panties suddenly feel too constricting, so I quickly slide them off and my shirt immediately follows. I'm now completely naked, and the contractions only seem to be getting worse! I cry out in agony as they shoot through my young body, the excruciating pain me to my knees. "Not now, please!" I beg as I rub my massive belly and try to calm my spasms. Will I be able to ward off these terrible contractions, or is the baby coming right here in my kitchen?