Chapter Eleven
“I don’t understand, honey. Why can’t we go to the hospital now?” Logan said. Julia was lying on her side on their bed, and he was rubbing her back.
“Logan,” Margaret said. She was standing beside him, and she reached down and touched Julia’s shoulder. “I called her doctor in Arco, but there’s a weather advisory for more snow. It’s best to wait until morning. Besides, I don’t think you should be on the road this time of night. Everyone’s been drinking but me, and Julia’s contractions are close together. You could be delivering on the side of the road—or rather, I would be, and I’d rather not in this cold.”
“I heard that, Margaret,” Julia said as she blew out another breath and groaned. “I don’t want to have my baby at home. I want a hospital where there are drugs for the
