Page 26 of Townshipped
“I think Lexi’s calling you,” I joke.
But then I do hear Lexi calling, “Trevor!”
Only a few seconds later, Laura’s calling, “Trevor! Rob!”
All three of us hop up to run into the kitchen.
Lexi looks Trevor in the eyes. “It’s time,” she says.
Trevor looks confused.
“The baby!” I shout at him, realizing what Lexi’s trying to say.
Trevor looks at Lexi and shouts, “Oh gosh! Okay. Okay! Okay!”
He spins toward the door, then back toward her, saying, “Whoa. Okay. The baby! The baby. Yes. Our baby. You. You’re ready! I’m ready! We’re ready!”
He reaches out to her, but then pulls his hand back and runs it through his hair. “Okay. It’s time. We’ve got to go. No, really, Lex, we need to go.”
He spins in another circle, ending up facing Lexi again, then he spins away from her, then back to her. Then he heads to the door without her.
He resurfaces in the kitchen a moment later. “Babe! Are you ready? We should go. Are you coming? We need to go!”
He walks out again, then turns back. Lexi has slowly started walking toward him, the image of cool and collected. Trevor heads to the front door to hold it open for her.
He mumbles, “Yep. The baby’s coming. I’m a dad. You’re a mom. Our baby’s here. This is real. It’s showtime. We need to go. Oh. My. Gosh! We’re going to have her now! Lexi, don’t have her in the car. Can you control these things? Like cross your legs? What am I saying? Let’s go!”
Trevor’s out the door and heading down the steps, Lexi’s following him, chuckling under her breath, but taking short gasps every so often. Maybe she’s having contractions. I’m not sure. I’m not the dad here. Even though I’ve had a few litters of kids on the farm, goats give birth almost independently of any need for my support, so I’m of no use to my hysterical brother.
I’ve known Trevor his whole life and I’ve never seen him undone like this. I subtly take my phone out of my pocket to commemorate the spectacle that is my younger brother. I press record and smile as I watch the last moments before two of my favorite people in the world get ready to start a family.
Trevor’s still rattling on. “We’d better get in the car. The baby’s coming … Our baby …”
Only now he’s getting sentimental. He looks like he’s tearing up. He and Lexi lock eyes as she approaches the back door of their car. She reaches out and pats his arm.
“Lex, we’re having a baby. You’re gonna do great, babe. Oh my gosh. Are you okay? Because I’m totally okay. I mean, I’m okay if you are. But are you? We can figure this all out in the car. We need to go!”
Okay. Sentimental moment over.
“I’m okay, Trevor,” Lexi says, blowing me away with her composure.
“Stop talking and get your wife to the hospital,” I shout over to my brother. I’m still filming.
Laura’s standing next to Rob near the driver’s door of Trevor’s car. Rob looks at me over Trevor’s shoulder. “I’ll take them to Beavercreek. Can you drive Laura home for me?”
“Of course.”
Trevor cups Lexi’s elbow, though, if you ask me, someone should hold Trevor up right now—or shoot him with a dart gun full of safari-strength tranquilizers.
“Come on, you two,” Rob says. He turns to give Laura a kiss on the cheek. She tells him she’ll grab her car and meet him at the hospital in Beavercreek, then she pops her head into the back seat of Trevor's car and says something I can’t hear to Lexi.
Rob and my befuddled brother are still standing outside the car. I watch as Rob tells Trevor to hand him the car keys and get into the back seat with Lexi. Trevor pats around his pants, finally locates the keys and gives them to Rob.
Once they’re all in the car, Rob does a U-turn and drives out of my driveway and onto the road leading to the highway.
“That was exciting,” Laura says, walking with me back into the house.
“It was something,” I agree.
