Script

Four.

After shooting the commercial that week, I had gained over a thousand dollars and was quite content with my life.  I had also completed grade twelve with my tutor and got my diploma.

I walked into the house from visiting the set and rubbed my tummy.  I'd finished craving sour foods.  Particularly, sour candies.  Jared had been hiding his continuously from me whenever I visited the set.

The baby shower had passed and I was due any day.  Hell, any hour.  I was super bloated and had to go pee every ten minutes. I waddled into the bathroom and peed.  Ugh.  It was getting so tiring.  We had set up the babies room.  We revealed to everyone it was a little girl as soon as we painted the room pink.  The fans were going crazy. 

Who would've guessed I'd be giving birth to Misha Collins' third child, and second daughter.  West and Maison video chatted with Misha and I the other day.  They're two really excited children. 

I made my way into the kitchen and started to make myself some toast. 

As soon as I put the bread back in the cupboard, I felt a weird sensation.  As if I peed my pants.  That couldn't be possible because I had just went pee...

Oh Jesus.

I'm not ready.

No.

Stay in there one more day.

I'm NOT READY.

I looked down and noticed that the floor was wet.  My water had broke.  Tears welled in my eyes.  The baby was coming.  My mom wasn't here.  My brothers weren't here.  My family wasn't here.  I grabbed the phone and dialled Jensen knowing Misha was filming and wouldn't answer.

He picked up on second ring.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"The baby.  It's coming." Was all I said before I head the phone drop and him running.

"CUT! CUT! Misha! The baby! ITS COMING."  As soon as he said that, the first labor pain racked through my body.  I cried and screamed in agony.  I quickly calmed down and heard Misha and Jared on the other end with the whole set.  Jesus Christ, Jay.  You have to inform the world? 

"I'm on my way! Stay calm! I'll call an ambulance!" Misha yelled at the phone. 

"We're coming too!" I heard Zabrina and Kim shout.

Another pain racked through my body, and my abdomen felt like it was on fire.  I cried out in pain and screamed, collapsing to the ground. 

"Hang on kiddo!" Jensen hung up and the line went dead.  I managed to type in my brothers number.  Zachary. 

His cheerful voice was heard on the other end.

"Zachy?" I cried.  That's what I always called him as a kid. 

"Sis? What's wrong?" He panicked. 

"It's coming.  Tell mom." Tears slid down my face as I lay on the floor. 

"The baby? You sure?"  I know he didn't like it.  The idea of me being a mother or the idea of Misha, but he would answer.  I know mom wouldn't. 

"Positive!" I yelled as another pain came.  It was coming, and fast. 

"Mom?!" I heard him yell as the phone lay by my ear on the floor.  I needed my mommy.  I needed her.

I needed my mom.

"It's Emily!" He yelled.  I heard her yell back something along the lines of "tell her to go away.  She's a disgrace."

"She's in labor you fat cow!" He yelled at her angrily.  "Sis, where's Misha? Jensen? Jared? Where are they?" He asked panicking.