Who. Lyssa & Owen Harper What. Having a baby or rather three When. Afternoon, after/at the same time really as this. Where. Their flat.
Lyssa looked fed up, the heat was already beginning to get to her and if the weather report were right then it was only looking like it was going to get hotter. She'd given up lying in bed and decided to move. Switching the fan on she'd bought she settled in her chair, not on the sofa, to watch a bit of tv, hoping to ignore what she thought was little more than the babies reminding her they was there. Which was all good and fine until instead of what was an easy pain, one she could ignore to some extent turned into what she knew was a proper first contraction. She dug her nails in the arm or the chair and looked at the clock. She searched for the phone to call and message Owen to find out where he was, she needed him there. There would be no way of convincing her to go to hospital without him.