Page 65 of The Wayward Son

Ember groaned as she was hit with a contraction. When it was over, she nodded. “I think an escort would be a great idea.”

Jake patted her arm. “Let me get the truck started, then I’ll come get you.”

Sawyer looked at the snow piled in front of the parked truck. “I’ll move that snow in front of you.”

Jake left the vehicle and went to his truck. When he was inside, Sawyer plowed the snow in front of it, then backed up to line up Ember’s door with the right side of the truck. Jake came to her door and lifted her again.

“Let’s go, sweetheart.”

She looked at Sawyer. “Thank you.”

“Go have that baby. We’ll take you all the way to town.”

As he pulled onto the road, Jade climbed over the seat. “She’s so brave.”

“I guess you do what you got to do.”

“And your dad. He’s like…Sir Lancelot.”

“Sir Lancelot?”

“Or someone. He’s just so…” She sighed and Sawyer looked at her.”

“You totally have a crush on my dad.”

“I do not. I just admire his dedication to Ember. It’s beautiful.”

Sawyer grinned. “I’ll have to tell you about the time he kicked the door in.”

He stopped a few feet away to make sure Jake got onto the road, then started driving. He went as fast as he dared, plowing the road ahead, with Jake staying close behind.

It took them thirty minutes to get to town, and Sawyer drove with them all the way to the clinic, even though the roads right in town had been plowed.

When Jake parked behind him, Sawyer got out of his truck.

“We made it.”

“Thanks, son.”

“Do you want us to stick around?”

He looked at the falling snow. “Maybe for the initial assessment. I think we’re here for the duration, but I guess there’s a chance he’ll send us home.”

“We’ll wait in the lobby.”

Jake helped Ember inside, while Sawyer went to the truck and opened the door. He reached in and shut off the motor.

“We’re going to stay until we get the official word from Dr. Curtis.”

Jade slid over on the seat and got out of the truck. “That’s probably a good idea.”

They went into the small lobby of the clinic and sat in two chairs.

Sawyer sighed. “They’re both so calm.”

“Your dad never was one to panic.”

“I guess. Still.”

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