"How are you feeling?" Evan asked worriedly.
I smiled. "I'm doing just fine. Both of us are okay."
"You should be close now, though, right?"
"Really close," I agreed, looking down and rubbing a hand over my stomach.
After a few hospital visits, I managed to get an es-timate of when the baby would be coming out, and it was any day now. I looked back up at the computer screen to find Evan watching me intently. He was at school now but came down every weekend and whenev-er he could. When he couldn't be around, he made sure to send me a Skype call every day.
"When will you be going to the hospital?"
I hummed. "If nothing happens in a couple days, Mom said we'd have me admitted early."
There was some noise in the background, and he looked away before turning back to me with a sigh.
"I need to go for now, but I'll call you tonight be-fore you go to sleep, okay?"