Diane's POV
The car ride to Memorial Hospital felt both endless and too short at the same time. Each contraction that gripped my body seemed to last an eternity, while the minutes between them flew by in a blur of worried voices and the steady hum of the engine.
Noah's hand never left mine, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my palm as my father drove with the focused intensity of a man on a mission.
"Please call Joan," I managed to gasp between contractions, fumbling for my phone with shaking hands. "And Doctor Chen. Please, Noah."
Without hesitation, Noah took my phone and dialed Joan's number first. I could hear the panic in his voice as he explained the situation, his words coming out in a rush. "Joan, we're on our way to Memorial Hospital. Diane's in labor. Yes, now. Can you meet us there?"
