He Missed 17 Calls, Now He Misses Me

"Three days before my due date, my husband James Bishop drove his first love, Sera Voss, up to Alaska to see the northern lights.

I had my hands on my belly and told him I was about to pop.

He checked his watch. ""Sera's been waiting six years to see these lights. I'm not letting her down again.""

At 2 a.m., my water broke. Blood ran down my leg onto the floor.

I crawled to the door and called him seventeen times.

The last one, someone finally picked up. All I heard was Sera laughing.

I begged him to come home. He said, ""You faked contractions last week too just to get me back.""