“Are you ok?” Ashlynn’s eyes soften slightly as I continue to stare at her like a Greek statue.
I look down at my hand, surprised to see the beginning shadow of bruises. No wonder it aches. “Kayla’s labor pains,” I mutter, knowing I’m not making much sense, but in my defense, this has been a truly bizarre day. “That woman is a lot stronger than she looks.”
Ashlynn stares at me. “You… what?”
“I’m the one that brought her in,” I explain.
“Where was Ash?” she blurts out. “Is he here now? Where is she?”
I motion towards the door of the room I’d just escaped from. “He got here just as the doctor was telling her to push,” I say with a small laugh. If I’m not careful, I’m going to start laughing hysterically. Maybe I need a drink. Why don’t hospitals have bars? I should be able to g
