“At the house. Noah and I were just walking through before moving day tomorrow. I’m sure Meg wants to get into our own place.”
“Yeah well, moving day is gonna have to wait.”
My heart sunk. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“Meagan is in labor.”
We knew there was a risk of her going into labor early, and honestly I was surprised she made it as long as she did. Her due date was still two weeks away.
“We’re on the way to the hospital.”
“What? You can’t wait for me to get there?”
Taylor said something to her mother before she came back on the phone. “Um, you’re an hour away, Gray. Her contractions are coming fast.”
“How long as she been having them?”
“She said for the last few hours but she wasn’t sure at first if it was false labor or not.”
Fuck!
Taking off running toward my truck, I yelled out to Noah. “Noah! She’s in labor! I’m on my way, Taylor. I’ll meet you guys at the hospital!”
“Wait, Meg wants to talk to you.”
I heard a bunch of noises before I heard her beautiful voice come across the phone. “Hey,” was all she said.
“Hey, baby. You doing okay?”
“Well . . . it’s time I guess, so yeah. I’m doing good.”
Throwing my truck into drive, I hit the gas and peeled out down the driveway.
“Don’t be scared, baby. I’m on my way.”
“Are you spooked?”
With a smile, I shook my head. “If haven’t been yet, I doubt I’m going to anytime soon.”
I could hear Amanda barking orders about helping Meagan walk to the car.
Her voice cracked as she said, “I’m huge, Gray. I look like a whale.”
“No. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so beautiful. I may have to keep you pregnant all the time because you look so beautiful.”
“The hell with that. I’m done. This is it. If you want more kids, you’re going to have to find a willing woman to carry them and birth them. This girl is done! And the hard part hasn’t even started yet.”
Noah let out a chuckle as he listed to Meagan over the truck speakers. “Meg, I’m on my way. I swear to you, it’s all going to be okay.”
“O-okay. Hey, Gray?”
“Yeah?”
“Mom won’t stop so, will you run and pick me up some orange muffins on your way to the hospital?”
Pressing my lips together to keep from laughing, I simply said, “Sure I will.”
“K. Got. To. Go. Contraction . . . oh . . . hee hee hee hee—”