It was a lovely dream. She and Calum were walking along the beach at the north end of the island. He’d thrown her into the water and she’d pulled him in alongside her. They were kissing slowly and passionately in shallow waters until Calum broke the kiss and stood up, helping her to her feet. As he removed her T-shirt, she felt no shame. There was nothing to be seen. He pressed his hand against her swollen belly, telling her how beautiful their daughter would be.
“Sadie.” Someone was calling her, but it wasn’t Calum. He was still rubbing her belly. “Sadie.” The voice was more urgent. Why couldn’t the voice go away and leave them in peace? They were going to make love on the beach—she was sure of it. “Sadie, wake up.”
Oh—dream, no. Wake up.
She dragged herself away from the beautiful image and opened her eyes. It was dark, but she could just make out her sister-in-law.
“Fiona, are you OK?”
“I think it’s started.”
“Are the pains regular?”
“Every ten minutes—like clockwork.”
“For how long?”
“About an hour. They were farther apart before.” At that moment, Fiona groaned and clutched her stomach with one hand and leaned over the bed, holding herself up on the other. She breathed through her teeth—a low moan accompanying each exhalation.
“OK. Let’s get you to the hospital. I’ll go and get Brodie.”
“No. I’ll get him and my bag. You meet us down at the front door.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. He’s grumpy when he wakes up. He might be horrible to you. Besides, I want to pack a few more things. If the baby falls out between your suite and ours, I’ll scream loudly.”
“Okay, it’s a deal. Five minutes and I want you downstairs.”
Fiona nodded and left the room.
Sadie’s insides did a little flip as the door clicked shut. This was it. Her first delivery on Kilrigh, and it was going to be her own niece or nephew. She had delivered babies before, but always in a hospital or within an easy ambulance ride of the hospital if something went wrong. It was a huge responsibility.
She scrambled out of bed, threw on a clean uniform, grabbed her stethoscope and other nurse’s tools, and picked up her blue cardigan as she left the room. She arrived downstairs to find Fiona scowling at the open door and whatever was happening outside. Her parents were hurrying down the stairs at the other side of the large hallway.
“Is it coming?” Kentigern asked. What little hair he had was sticking up in the air, and he had clearly just thrown on a dressing gown, given the way the collar was half tucked in.
“Not imminently, but soon,” Sadie replied.
“If your bloody stupid son doesn’t kill us all in his attempt to get us to the hospital.” Fiona’s words were punctuated with the screech of tyres and the revving of the Land Rover engine.
“Can I help?” Finlay MacNeil appeared on the steps of the Big House, pulling on a hooded top over his pyjamas. Erin followed him, pushing her hands through her short blonde bob.
“Maybe you could drive, Finlay. Much though I love you, I have no desire for you to be heir to the lairdship.”
“Message received and understood. I’ll get shit-for-brains out of the driving seat,” chuckled Finlay.
“I’ll drive my car down to the hospital so I can bring Finlay home again,” suggested Erin.
“Thanks, that’s a good idea.” Sadie was relieved that her family was working together. Brodie wasn’t normally a prize chump. In fact, he was normally the most rational one out of the three of them.
As they all trooped outside, Sadie’s arm around Fiona, the smell of pine trees mingled with the pungent sea smell assailed Sadie’s nostrils. The night was clear and thousands of stars twinkled above them. Please God, let this birth go smoothly.
Brodie grumbled as he walked round the front of the Land Rover to the passenger seat. Sadie was about to help Fiona into the Land Rover when her sister-in-law clutched her belly and groaned.
“Fiona, just breathe through it. Exactly like they taught you in prenatal classes.”
Fiona turned her face towards Sadie and grimaced. The interior car light made her look desperately pale and gaunt. She may have seen many women in labour, but the apprehension in her Fiona’s eyes reminded her that this was not just any baby—at least, not to her family.
It will be fine.
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