“Okay, thank you so much, Louise. And, uh, please tell the receptionist that I apologize for the rude behavior. I’m just a little worked up over this baby thing.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, Mr. Hart. I’ll pass it on, but we see this all the time. Believe me, you’re not the first expectant father to lose it. Happens all the time,” she said with a chuckle.

“Uh, well, okay. Thanks, sorry again, and which hospital is Dr. Henderson at?”

“Oh sorry, yes, it’s the Children’s Hospital on Henry Clay Avenue.”

“Okay great, Louise, and thanks again. We’re headed right over!”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Hart, and don’t worry. I’m sure Dr. Henderson will be able to get to you right away.”

Bounding into the bedroom, I announced the good news and as I helped Maggie get off the bed she said, “Jim, I want you to call Mama Vermillion too. Just let her know what’s going on, okay?”

“What do you want me to tell her?” I asked.

“Just tell her I think Layla has turned and that we’re going to the hospital to check it out.”

“Okay, I’ll call a cab and then I’ll call Mama.”