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Ivy’s nerves had been on edge during the entire drive from Palm Springs. Due to the poor cell service on the mountain road shortcuts Bennett took, she hadn’t been able to reach Mitch or Shelly—or Poppy or Sunny. No one at all. Finally, Bennett had suggested she stop trying and just breathe. There was nothing they could do until they arrived anyway.
“I almost wish Shelly was using that kiddie pool to give birth right now instead of being rushed to the hospital,” Ivy said. “That’s what she and Mitch would have wanted. She has a doula she really likes, too.”
“You don’t always have that choice,” Bennett said. “What’s important is that she’s getting the care she needs right now.”
Ivy couldn’t help but imagine that he was thinking of Jackie. She breathed slowly, willing good vibes and pra
