Finding You (Love Wanted in Texas 4)

Grinning like a fool, I said, “I know! Me either!”

Turning back, I looked over at Noah and noticed he was frowning. “What’s wrong?”

Noah slowly shook his head. “Will’s swerving all over the place.”

Looking out the front window, my mouth dropped open. “What’s he doing?” Pulling out my phone, I called Alex’s cell phone but she didn’t answer.

“She’s not answering,” I said as fear engulfed my whole body.

“I’m calling Colt right now to see what’s going on,” Luke said from the backseat. “Colt, what in the hell is Will doing? He’s going to wreck with the way he’s driving!”

My heart rate must have increased a hundred percent. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“What? Are you sure?”

I turned to face Luke. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

Holding up his finger, Luke kept talking to Colt. “Have Will pull the fuck over so you can drive. Get Alex into the back seat.” Luke looked at me and said, “Grace, call Dr. Johnson’s office. Tell them we’re on our way to the hospital. Alex’s water just broke.”

Staring at Luke, I tried to let his words process as Noah pulled over on the side of the road behind Will’s truck.

“Grace!” Luke shouted. “Did you hear me?”

Nodding my head, I looked up the number and called the after hours emergency line.

My vision became blurry as I watched Will and Colt help Alex into the back of the truck. She looked over and gave me a weak smile as I tried to smile back. “It’s okay, Alex,” I whispered.

“Dr. Johnson’s after hours line. How may I help you?”

“Um . . . yes . . . my name is Grace Johnson, Alex Hayes is my cousin. She’s in the truck in front of us and her water just broke.” Wiping my tears away, I waited for them to tell us what to do.

“When is her due date?”

A small sob escaped from my mouth as I said, “She’s not due for another month. March seventeenth. ”

“I’ll page Dr. Johnson right now. Take her to the emergency room. They’ll know to expect her. Just keep her calm and let her know everything is going to be okay.”

“O-O-Okay . . . I’ll tell them,” I said as I watched Colt pull back out onto the highway and take off toward Fredericksburg.

Turning to Luke, I said, “Tell them the doctors been paged and to go straight to the emergency room. They also said to keep Alex calm and to tell her . . . to tell her . . .”

Luke’s eyes widened as he shouted, “Tell her what, Grace?”

Attempting to keep myself from crying out of sheer fear, I fought to talk, “That everything is going to be okay.”

Luke’s face pained as he repeated everything I told him to Colt.

Noah took my hand and kissed the back of it as he concentrated on driving. “How can they say that?”

Noah glanced quickly at me and asked, “Say what?”

Shaking my head, I stared back at Will’s truck. Trying to imagine how scared Alex was. If I knew her, she was blaming herself and saying it must have been something she did.

“How can they say it’s going to be okay? They don’t know if it’s going to be okay? They have no damn clue if Alex or the baby is going to be okay.”

Noah squeezed my hand gently as he spoke softly. “Grace, I know you’re scared right now baby, but trust me, babies are born prematurely all the time. Let’s just take a deep breath, say some prayers and be there for Will and Alex.”

Slowly nodding my head, I said, “Okay.”