CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Stacy and Brad were discussing travel for the wedding.
“No way we can drive that, honey. You’d miss a ton of work,” she said firmly. “That leaves flying.”
“Stace, what about the baby?” he asked. “You’ve been on bedrest the last three months for a reason. I don’t have any idea if flying is safe for you or not.”
“Look,” she took his hand. “The doctor said I’d have to do the bedrest thing until I got to thirty-seven weeks, right?”
“Right,” Brad agreed.
“Okay, so, if the due date is around November twelfth, three weeks earlier is right at thirty-seven weeks along, honey. And the doctor told us before that the due date isn’t set in stone. She said she thought no later than November twelfth, but probably sooner, right?”
“Right,” he agreed again.
“So, this is doable,” Sta
