“Yeah, I’ll go in with you, Lucy.”
“Thank you so much.”
He grinned. “I guess that will be twenty dollars, right?”
She smiled back. “That man would’ve charged us for breathing if he could figure out how.”
“Probably. I was just glad I had enough twenties to last us. I think he would’ve thrown us out if I hadn’t.”
“He kept staring at my stomach, as if I were faking labor to get a ride.”
“You are having pains, aren’t you?” the nurse asked.
“Yes. The last one was—What time was it, John?”
“Nine-twenty-nine.”
“How far apart are they?” the nurse asked.
“About—Ohhh…Now!”
“But it’s only nine-thirty-five!” John said as he looked at his watch. He yelled out, “Caro! She’s down to six minutes apart and coming faster.”
A tall woman in a white medical coat came out of her office.
“Hello. I’m Dr. Randall. I haven’t met you, have I?”
“No. I—I’m Lucy.”
“Well, welcome to our little hospital. John said you were eight months along?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, my nurses are going to take you in this room, so I can do a quick examination.”
“John?” Lucy cried urgently.
“Caro, I think she’ll be more calm if I go with her.”
“Of course, John. If you stand by her head, you won’t be in the way and you won’t see anything.”
John did as Caroline suggested. Lucy clutched his hand as if it was a magic charm. He bent and added a kiss to her hand.
Caroline gave John a sharp look. But he didn’t say anything. Lucy was frightened and he wanted to reassure her as much as he could.
After a quick examination, Caroline stood up and told the nurse to bring in the sonogram machine. “Lucy, we’re going to look at your baby on our sonogram machine. That means I’ll need to put some jelly on your tummy.”
“John can stay, can’t he?”
“Certainly. We always let the father stay if he wants.”
John didn’t correct her assumption, nor did Lucy say anything.
Caroline raised her top for the ultrasound and the purple bruises on her stomach were obvious.
“Lucy, who beat you?” Caroline asked.
“M-my husband.”
“John? John did this?”
Caroline was shocked, and John hurried to reassure her. “No. No, I didn’t do this.”
“Then who?”
“My husband,” Lucy said again.
“Where is he?”
“Kansas City…I hope.”
“Was he trying to cause a miscarriage?”
“I think so.” Tears slid down her cheeks, and John bent down to reassure her.
“All right, let’s do the sonogram. I have to press down a little, but considering what you’ve withstood, I think you’ll be all right.” Caroline spread the jelly over Lucy’s stomach and then she pressed a roller on her stomach connected to the machine.
“Now you can see your baby. There’s so much natural insulation I think she’s survived and is doing fine.”
“It’s a girl?” Lucy asked, holding her breath.
“Yes. I think you may be a little further along than eight months. I think your baby is going to come about two weeks early. She might even be six pounds.”
“Is that good?”
“It means you can take her home after a couple of days.”
Lucy closed her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks.
John knew the problem immediately. He bent down to whisper to her, “Don’t cry, Lucy. You can come home with me. I’ll be holding your hand all the way. Okay? We’ll give your baby a home. It will be all right.”
John’s words didn’t give her the reassurance she needed. Sobs ripped out of her as she lost control.
“Lucy, what’s wrong?” Caroline asked.
She just shook her head. John put his arms around her and brought her face to his chest, turning her toward him. “It’s all right. We’re going to take care of you, both of you.”
“I can’t s-stay, John. He’ll find me,” she said between sobs.
“Are you talking about the man who beat you up—your husband?” Caroline asked, her voice turning hard.
“I need to go away!” Lucy sniffed and then gasped as another pain hit her.
“Honey, right now you have to have a baby. You can deal with the other things afterward.” John held her close.
Caroline ordered the nurse to bring Lucy into the delivery room then turned to John.
“We’re going to change her into a hospital gown. If she doesn’t mind, you can go in.”
“Maybe I’d better step outside until they get you changed, Lucy, but I won’t go anywhere, I promise.”
“You’ll come right back?” Lucy asked, her hand still clinging to him.
“Yes, I promise.”
“We’ll call you, John,” the nurse told him.
He moved out into the hall, and Caroline was waiting for him. She didn’t look too pleased. “What is going on here?”
He lowered his eyes. “I don’t think she wants me to tell you.”
“Well, you’re going to have to explain to your parents. They think they’re here to see the birth of your child.”
His head shot up. “Why would they think that?”
“Because you’ve brought a lady to town who’s pregnant and you’re going into the examination room with her, just like a husband.”
“No,
