He curled his lips, but there wasn't much of a smile on his face, more like concern.
"Alright, alright, everything as you say. If you want to give birth, we'll have the baby, but..." His palm rested on her abdomen, "but for now, let's focus on getting you to the bathroom first, okay?"
Emma Benson frowned as her attention shifted back. Her stomach felt like it was about to burst, and the urge to use the bathroom became intense.
"Coming, coming..." She walked quickly forward, but perhaps she had held it in too long; before she reached the toilet, there was a "whoosh" and she peed.
Emma Benson stood frozen, trying to stop it but couldn't, and could only look down at the puddle growing on the floor.
This time, there was an especially large amount of urine, completely soaking the hem of her dress. For a full thirty seconds, there was pee all over her legs and feet!
