He slid down into the seat more and leaned his head back, staring up a the ceiling of the car. "Nonsense, this car's my baby. I wouldn't trade it for the world, bloody interior or not." He briefly closed his eyes. We don't have to drive when your water breaks. There isn't a helipad at the mansion for nothing. Though I could probably get us there faster if I push the car."
Tilting his head, he carefully reached over and placed his hand on her stomach, feeling a tiny kick. "I can't wait to see him," he said, taking a deep breath. "Are we there yet? Harder...to keep my eyes open...."