Stanton Bliss(54)

“Cameron’s a doctor, you fool. He sees people shit themselves all the time.”

I throw my hands over my face in shame. “This is abysmal,” I whisper.

She texts Cameron.

Mayday, mayday

Natasha has wet her pants

And we are stuck in the toilet.

We wait for a moment. “I wish Adrian was here.” I whisper in mortification.

He finally texts back.

What?

Bridget texts back.

She has wet her pants and now her jeans are soaked What do we do?

We wait for a moment and no reply. “What’s he f*cking doing?” Bridget snaps. “This is an emergency.” She bites her bottom lip to stifle her smile and I look at her helplessly.

“You have to admit… this is pretty damn funny.” She smiles.

“Fucking hilarious,” I mutter dryly.

“Hello?” I hear Cameron’s voice. Oh shit, he’s in the girl’s toilets.

I open the cubicle and pull him in. The three of us are like sardines all squashed in here. He looks down at me in horror. “Did you feel like you were wetting yourself and couldn’t stop it?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No. I just felt hot wet on my legs. I’m going to die of embarrassment. Get Joshua.” I admit defeat as I hold my hands over my face.

We hear a woman come into the toilets and we all stay silent. Cameron punches Bridget as she tries to hold in her giggles. The intruder eventually leaves.

My phone beeps a text from Max.

What’s going on?

Why is Cameron in there?

Oh, man, this is horrific. I have to tell him. I text back.

Don’t tell anyone but I have wet my pants.

He texts back.

I will bring the car around

I reply.

Yes, please.

Cameron narrows his eyes as he thinks. “Tash, I don’t think you have wet yourself.”

I frown.

“What are you talking about?” Bridget snaps. “What does it look like she has done, you fool?”

“It’s probably amniotic fluid. I think your water has broken.”

My eyes widen. “Its too early.”

Bridget gasps and then bends to my stomach and points at it. “Naughty baby, stay in there. You are not cooked yet.”

“Stop calling my baby naughty,” I warn her as I slap her over the back of the head as she bends down.

“Well, he is,” she says.

I hold my hands up in horror. “Get Joshua. Get Joshua… now.”

Cameron looks at his watch. “There is only seven minutes left in the game, if you pull him off the paps will be onto you and you will be hounded all the way to the hospital.”

“True,” Bridget answers.

My phone beeps a text and I read it out. Its Max again.

Swap pants with Bridget to get to the car.

Bridget’s face drops. “Ewww, I’m not wearing your amniotic festy f*cking pants.”

I start to rip my jeans down and Cameron frowns at the show that is unfolding. “Please, Bridget,” I beg.

“Oh my God,” she grumbles, mortified. “Cameron, do something,” she whispers.

“I don’t fit into her f*cking jeans,” he replies.

Another text comes through from Max.

Right, at the door

And I hear the cars engine. I pull my pants back up. “Let’s make a run for it.”

We come out of the cubicle. Cameron grabs my hand and we burst out of the bathroom into the open car door that Max is holding for me. He slams the door shut. “Oh, God, what if they got a shot of my wet pants,” I cry to Cameron.

“Joshua will sue,” he mutters, distracted. Max gets in the front seat and Bridget jumps in next to him.

We drive back around to the other side of the venue to where Joshua is just coming off the field. Cameron jumps out of the car and runs over to him, Joshua listens and then his eyes look up to me in the car. I see a flicker of anxiety as he tries to act calm and nods. He holds up a finger to me. Then he walks Jasper to his strapper, says something, and then comes back over to the car, jumping in the back.

“Its too early,” he pants. Cameron jumps in the other side of him.

I nod. “I know, it’s not due for another month.”

Max dials the other security.

“Where to?” The guard asks casually.

“L.A. Memorial Hospital.”





Chapter 10

I sit nervously in the back seat of the car with Joshua’s hand on my leg. Bridget sporadically looks back to check on me, while Cameron is on his phone looking something up. I think he’s Googling what development stage the baby will be at. I close my eyes. It isn’t time. I’m not ready, I don’t even have my hospital bag packed.

I take out my phone to text Mum and Abbie.

Disaster.

Wet my pants at polo.

Cameron thinks my water have broken.

On the way to hospital, keep you posted.

Damn it, Mum arrives in two weeks for the birth. I really wanted her here. You really are a naughty baby.

I start to dial a number. “Who are you ringing?” Joshua asks.

“I need to ring Adrian.”

“What for?”

“I don’t have anything with me,” I tell him in a panic.