Page 107 of Muskoka Miracle

Sarah’s eyes filled with tears, and she bit her lip to keep it from trembling.

“Call him now.”

She rang the numbers slowly, only to get his voicemail. She ended the call without leaving a message. “He’s not answering.”

Dr. Feldman looked at her steadily. “Sarah, I’m calling the hospital to book you in. If you’re not there by five p.m. I’ll be sending an ambulance to collect you.”

Sarah drove home slowly,her mind racing through what needed to be done. She so wasn’t ready to have this baby now. Her parents were supposed to be coming for the birth. Now they’d be coming when the baby was weeks old! The baby room wasn’t even set up properly yet; the baby shower was supposed to be this weekend. She’d intended to clean the apartment from top to bottom, but had only managed to do the kitchen so far. It was all so wrong…

She pulled in and parked, then slumped against the steering wheel.Lord, give me strength.

She must’ve closed her eyes, for the next moment she was jerking awake to thetap, tap, tapon the window.

Davis, the concierge, looking at her with concern. She shifted upright. “Mrs. Walton? I saw you on the security monitor. Are you okay?”

She shook her head. “I don’t feel good.”

“Do you need a doctor?”

“No, I’ve just been there.” There was something she had to do. What was…?

“Have you called your husband?”

That was it. “I tried. He has a game.”

“Okay. Well, let me help you get upstairs. And I think it might be good to try him again.”

She tried calling once she reached the foyer, but no answer. Tried again when Davis escorted her to her front door. No reply.

“Is there someone else I can call for you?” Davis asked. “Mrs. Cash? Oh, that’s right. She left yesterday to go to Muskoka.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll try again. Thanks, Davis.”

“If you’re sure,” he said, as she shut the door.

She peered at the apartment. So much remained to do. But first she needed to call and leave a message. She sank into the leather lounge—oh, so comfy—and finally made the call.

“Hey Dan, Dr. Feldman told me I need to go to the hospital today to be induced.” Her throat clogged. “If you can come get me, that’d be really good. I love you.”

She hoisted herself out of the lounge’s comfort and slowly trudged to the baby room. The room was filled with boxes, the cot that needed to be assembled, the pram that still needed adjusting, all crammed next to the spare bed. Somewhere were some nappies—diapers—and little newborn clothes she needed. Stepping carefully over the detritus she bent over and grabbed the items, then slowly made her way back to her bedroom.

She was so tired. What would she need anyway? Somewhere there was a list provided when they’d attended a hospital orientation. She reached under the bed, pulling out an assortment of suitcases until she finally found what she was looking for. Grabbing an overnight bag she slowly filled it with an assortment of clothes and toiletries, finally zipping it closed, before lying on the bed. She was so tired, a little sleep wouldn’t hurt…

* * *

“Princess?”No answer. “Sarah?” Dan raced through the apartment. Was she even here?

No, there was her handbag. He saw a small bag of clothes in the baby room. She’d obviously been here. He raced to their bedroom, discovering her lying on the bed, a variety of suitcases of various shapes and sizes strewn across the room.

“Oh, Princess, I’ve been so worried.”

He stroked her hair, suddenly aware of the sweaty smell coming from his body. He’d not had a chance to change since getting her phone call. It’d been straight to a cab, the team had found him the first flight, and he’d driven directly here.

“Sarah?”

She opened an eye, and he watched her face relax. “Dan, I’m so glad…” She drifted off again.

“Sarah, sweetheart, come on. We need to get to the hospital.”

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