he on his way?’
Sympathy shone in Reece’s dark eyes. ‘With all this rain, they can’t risk trying to land on our boggy airstrip.’
A surge of hot panic ripped through her now. ‘What does that mean? I’ll have to wait for an ambulance?’
He dropped his gaze and looked uncomfortable.
‘Tell me there’s an ambulance on its way,’ Jess pleaded.
‘Yes,’ he said at last. ‘A policeman is coming from Gidgee Springs and the ambulance from Dirranbilla.’
She sensed there was more bad news. ‘But … what are you not telling me?’
Reece grimaced. ‘The creeks are coming up fast.’
‘So they might not make it?’
‘It’s … possible …’
This time, when Jess felt her face crumple, she didn’t even try to be brave. What was the point? Everything was stacked against her. First a terrible accident, then her labour starting in the middle of nowhere. And now, no chance of help.
She and her baby were going to die.
All alone out here.
‘Hey, Jess.’
She felt Reece’s hand on her arm.
‘It’s OK,’ he soothed. ‘You’re going to be OK.’
‘I’m not,’ she wailed. ‘I don’t know how to do this and neither do you.’
‘I know how to deliver calves.’ He gave a shrugging smile. ‘And there’s no need to panic. I’ve talked to a telehealth on-call doctor and he’s told me what to do. He’s on standby to talk me through step by step if I need help.’
‘Oh, terrific. So I can have my baby by remote control and a tele—’
Her words were cut off as the urge to push crashed back with a vengeance. She screwed up her face and clenched her teeth to stop herself from screaming. She so-o-o wanted to push, but she couldn’t forget the dire warnings from the antenatal teacher about not pushing too soon. Oh, God, how could she not push?
It was too hard to hold back.
‘Can you see the baby’s head?’ she groaned.
‘Would you like me to check?’
Exhausted already, Jess nodded, all pretence at modesty gone. If Reece could see the head she wouldn’t keep fighting. She’d give in to the urge to push.
She watched his face as he cautiously lifted the shirt, saw his dark eyes widen and his Adam’s apple ripple in his throat.
‘What?’ she demanded. ‘What’s happening down there?’
‘Your baby has dark hair.’
Really?
In spite of everything, Jess felt her mouth tilt in a tremulous smile. The baby was a real little person. It had dark hair. She felt an unexpected spurt of excitement.
She looked at Reece, surprised by the emotion shimmering behind his smile. The poor man hadn’t asked to be thrown into this situation, and he was doing his best. She realised he’d spread a waterproof on the bed and he’d set up a tray with items from the medicine chest. He was a stranger, doing everything he could for her and for her baby.
She felt a rush of gratitude. ‘Thanks for being here, Reece. If the baby’s a boy I’ll name him after you. And I’ll—’
Once again, she was overtaken by an incredible force and every cell in her body urged her to give in to it. She was dimly aware that Reece was spreading more towels on the bed and taking something out of the medical chest. She heard the snap of sterile gloves.
There was nothing she could do but push.
And push.
And pu-u-u-sh.
‘You’re doing brilliantly,’ Reece coaxed. ‘The baby’s shoulders are almost there now. Everything’s happening just the way it’s supposed to. Good girl. You’re fabulous. That’s it. Another push.’
‘I can’t.’
Exhausted, Jess sank back against the pillows. She couldn’t push again. She didn’t have the strength.
‘Honestly, your baby’s almost here,’ Reece said again. ‘Don’t give up now, Jess. I can see its face. It’s a real little cutie.’
‘That’s nice,’ she said wearily.
But next moment, she was gripping her knees and pushing again, assisted, thank heavens, by another contraction.
‘That’s it, Jess. Here it comes. Good girl!’
Face screwed tight with the effort of another huge push, Jess felt the baby slip from her and she heard Reece’s shout of triumph.
She fell back, panting, hardly daring to believe it was over so soon. Two breaths later, she asked, ‘Boy or girl?’
‘Well … I’m not sure about calling her Reece.’
‘A girl?’
He was grinning from ear to ear. ‘A perfectly beautiful baby girl.’
A girl. In the sudden lull, Jess felt exhausted and strangely devoid of emotion. Secretly, she’d hoped for a girl, but she’d been so sure she was having a boy. It took a moment or two to adjust.
She closed her eyes, suddenly weary and drifting towards sleep.
‘Waaaa!’
At that tiny, lusty yell, Jess’s eyes whipped open and her heart gave a leap of joy, her exhaustion vanished in a blink. She struggled to sit. ‘How is she? Is she all right?’
‘She has all her fingers and toes. I’m no doctor, but she looks perfect to me.’
Jess wanted to see her, but before she could dig her elbows into the mattress and hoist herself upright Reece was at her side.
‘Here,’ he said gently.
She felt a warm weight on her chest and looked down. And discovered a miracle. Her baby daughter. Red and perfect, with a scrunched-up face. ‘Hey, little girl.’
Her baby’s skin was still shiny and wet, but she was so cute. She had tiny little fingers and toes with the sweetest little transparent nails. And she had the most exquisite, perfect, tiny ears. And her nose was tiny and perfect too, and so was her mouth. And her eyes. And her hair.
‘Reece, she’s utterly gorgeous.’
Looking up, she saw the silver sheen of tears in his eyes. He gave her an embarrassed, lopsided
