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"It'll take a while to get new ID. You'll have to call your bank and credit cards to cancel them. Other than that, we'll add another guard on shift so you can feel safe."
"Thanks. I know Alexa will appreciate it." I shook Mark's hand when he went to the door.
"Call me if you need anything or have any concerns," he said and nodded to Alexa. "The police will be checking with your neighbors to see if they caught images of the man on their security cameras. We might be able to trace his movements in the community and find out who he is."
"I hope so," I said and walked him out the door.
I watched as they drove off and the new team of security guards took up their places on the property. It felt strange to have two guards on duty, but until Blaine was found and put in prison, I didn't want Alexa to worry. What happened was alarming. We really had to be careful. I hoped that it was just a random thief and not Blaine, but I worried that it was him.
We wouldn't know which it was unless the local police were able to find the man who did it.
"How are you doing?" I asked Alexa, who was standing in the kitchen, staring at the open refrigerator.
"I'm okay. What do you want for supper or should we order in?"
"We can order in, if you don't feel like cooking."
It was then Alexa bent over, and grabbed her belly.
"What's the matter?"
I went to her and saw the look of alarm on her face.
"What is it?"
She glanced down and I saw a stain spread on her light grey maternity yoga pants.
"I think my water broke..."
I frowned. "You're more than three weeks early."
"I know, but that's not pee."
I took her hand and put my arm around her shoulder. "Do you want to go sit down?"
"I should go and check, see what it looks like."
Together, we went to the main bathroom and Alexa checked her underwear. There was a slight tinge of pink on her panty liner.
"I think we better call Vanessa at the maternity unit."
"I think we better."
I went right to my cell and called the number for Vanessa, our maternity nurse at New York Presbyterian Weill Cornell Maternity Program. Vanessa was a midwife-nurse who had booked a maternity class for us, which we were supposed to start on Monday. She told us we should come in for a check because Alexa was just 36 weeks and that meant she was pre-term.
"Should we do anything? I mean, should she be lying down or anything? We haven't even taken maternity classes yet!"
"Tell her to stay calm and take it easy. Is she experiencing any contractions?"
"Not yet," I said. "She just felt this gush of fluid. There's a bit of a pinkish tinge to it."
"It could be the start of her labor. It depends on whether she progresses. Either way, it's better that we check her out. We can decide when we see her whether she needs to stay or whether she can go home."
"We'll be there in about an hour and a half."
"Good," Vanessa said. "I'll be here until midnight. I'll see you both when you get here."
I ended the call and turned to Alexa, who had put on a new pair of underwear, a pad and new yoga pants.
