Debi barely had time to say "Push?" when she realized that Zach was right. It was time, finally, after all the months of waiting and longing and dreaming and worrying.
And if no one had said anything, she would have known. The urge to push was overwhelming, and she clutched at Zach's strong hands for support as the bed shifted into the correct position. Sweat trickled down her face as she bore down through a contraction that felt as if she were about to split apart, and she felt a sudden burn that cut through the pain potion.