Taking advantage of the lull in pain, Penny waddled into the room Benjy indicated. Oh, a bed! Benjy was wonderful. She couldn't lay on it, though. She didn't want to lay down- but what if Newton just... fell out? He'd hurt himself... "'kay, okay," she nodded her head, running her fingers over the sheets for a distraction. "I love you. I love you, you won't leave, will you?" Penny asked, reaching for Benjy's hand to grip it, worried that every second was going to bring another contraction.
Breathing, she'd learnt breathing! Staring up at Benjy's face she concentrated on that, in and out, in and out.
The slamming of the door, the frantic sound of Charlie's voice put her off of that quiet rhythm for a moment, and it wasn't as though she were blaming Charlie, but another wave of pain hit her then, making her double over, muffling the groan of pain in the covers of the bed. She trusted that Benjy could explain what she at least thought was painfully obvious.