She glared at him, bracing herself against the door. "I am going to give birth in your car. Is that what you want?"
She said nothing, but continued to glare at him. "Francis," she said, sounding like rage was building up in her voice. "Do you know what is happening right now? I am giving birth. Do you know what that means?"
"No, I don't think you do know. That means that I have so many hormones running through my body. Do you understand what that means?"
"It means," she hissed, her voice rising, "that I could rip apart this car with only my gaze. Is. That. What. You. Want?"
She grumbled, crossing her arms and turning to look out the window, pausing once to wince as another contraction occurred. She reached over and patted the top of his head, still not looking at him. “I love you,” she grumbled.
She whimpered slightly as they parked, shaking her head. "Hey, this is the first time someone else drove to the hospital," she said, laughing slightly.
