XII - New Arrival
Class had almost ended when James’s cell phone lit up with an incoming call. He had anticipated the interruption and gathered his books. James slipped out the door before answering his phone.
“Maria?” he said, hustling down the corridor.
“James?” she replied with a gasp. “Can you come home now?”
“I’m on my way, Sweetie. You okay?”
“Yeah,” came the meek reply.
“I’ll be there shortly,” he assured her.
James closed his phone and fumbled for his keys. He reached his Camaro moments later and tossed his bag into the passenger seat. Starting the engine, James backed out and took off across the parking lot at top speed. If he hit all of the lights just right, he’d be home in fifteen minutes.
Last week Maria had experienced false labor pains. They ceased after arriving at
