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“Of course. That was the right thing to do,” I assured her.

When I glanced over at Rhys, he stared wide-eyed back at me. “Turn around,” I mouthed.

Thankfully for us, an exit was just in the distance.

“Are you guys close?” Keira asked.

“We’re almost to Macon.”

“You’re two hours away?”

“It’s okay. We’ll get there in plenty enough time. Remember what we learned at the birthing classes? Labor can take hours….sometimes days.”

“I know. I just really wanted you guys to be here.”

“We will. We’re getting off on an exit

to turn around right now. We’ll be there just as soon as we can.”

“See you soon…I hope,” Keira replied.

“Me too.”

After I hung up the phone, I shook my head. “I can’t believe this. She’s three weeks early. First time babies usually never come early.”

Just as we came off the exit from turning around, Rhys responded by slamming his foot down on the accelerator, sending the car lurching forward. As we started careening down the interstate, Rhys began zigzagging in and out of lanes to pass different cars.

“Rhys, slow down!” I screeched, as I braced one hand on the dash and the other on the window.

Rhys tightened his hands on the steering wheel. “Do you want to get there in time to see our baby born or not?”

“Of course, I want to get there, but I’d prefer to get there alive and in one piece.”

“This is too important to miss,” Rhys countered.

“Take a deep breath, but most importantly, take your foot off the accelerator.”

After uttering a frustrated growl, Rhys finally eased up a little, and we slowed down. “Thank you.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Your heart was in the right place even though your head wasn’t,” I mused.

Once we were back up the interstate at a reasonable speed, I started breathing a little easier. Of course, my mind began whirling with panicked thoughts. “Dammit.”

“What?” Rhys questioned.

“I don’t have our bag.”

With an expression of confusion, he replied, “Yeah, we do. It’s in the trunk.”

“No, not that bag. The one with our clothes and the baby’s clothes in it. It’s back at the house.”

Rhys nodded. “It’s okay. I’ll go back for it sometime tomorrow.”

With one crisis averted, I flipped to another one. “We haven’t finished babyproofing the house.”

With a chuckle, Rhys said, “Considering he won’t be crawling or walking anytime soon, I think we’re good.”

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