Impatiently, Jackie paced the length of the lodges front porch. A pair of guests who were staying in one of the cabins hurried past, bundled against the biting cold of early March. Jackie forced a cheerful smile as she greeted them, but her thoughts were on the middle-of-the-night conversation shed had with Blake three days earlier.
Amy started having contractions, so I rushed her to the hospital.
But its too early, isnt it? How far along is she?
Thirty-three weeks, he answered miserably. They gave her medication to stop the contractions, but they want to keep her for a while to make sure everythings okay.
Even more than two thousand miles away, she heard his anguish. Jackie, Im terrified Im going to lose her. Lose them both. Its so out of my fucking control!