Another couple of weeks passed, and right after lunch, Angela said, “Oh! My water just broke. I’m sorry, I made a mess.”
Travis jumped up. “No prob. It’s on the vinyl in the kitchen. I’ll clean it. Joy, take care of Angela.”
Dustin hoisted her in his arms and carried her to their bed. Grandpa grabbed the tarp they kept there for this day. It would protect the bedding from fluids. Joy got some sheets. Everyone waited and watched. Winston made tea for Angela. Dustin was so nervous, he went outside to chop wood by hand. The others let him.
Hours passed, and the contractions came quicker. Then suddenly Angela screamed out. “I think the baby’s coming. Please, God, let it all go well.”
Grandpa walked in. “Don’t worry. I called an ambulance.” He stood stoic with a straight face.
Joy cackled.
