"Oh God!" Leigh cried out with pain, and then snapped bitterly, "Why do we women have to have the babies? Men should have them. What did we ever do to deserve this?" "Eve ate the apple," Justin responded, braking and shifting the van into park. "Shut up, Justin, or I swear I'll shove an apple up your--" "Ow, ow, ow," Valerie cried out as Leigh nearly pulverized the bones in her fingers. "Sorry," Leigh muttered, releasing her fingers. "I was trying not to squeeze too tight." "That's okay," Valerie said weakly. "I'll go get Etienne and Rachel," Justin announced, opening the door. "I don't think we're going to be able to get Leigh in the house without help." "That's because I'm a beached whale," Leigh moaned, suddenly sounding teary. "No, honey," Valerie said quickly. "He's just worried about you having a contraction while we're walking you in. It's better if we have someone to help us carry you in." Leigh snorted with disbelief, all sign of tears gone and irritation in their place again. "Justin could carry me with one hand. He's just scared I'll bite him or something."