Page 93 of One Timer With A Wingman

“Maybe you should go to the doctor and check it out,” she suggests.

“It’s okay. I’m really okay,” I repeat.

“If you’re sure, well, Brody and I wanted to drive out there this weekend to bring you the meals,” she says.

“That sounds amazing, but I think Aaron is going away with the team for training until Sunday morning,” I say.

Just as I say his name, Aaron walks through the door. He’s wearing worn jeans and a Riverside T-shirt.

“Hi,” I say. “I’m just chatting with your mom.”

“Oh good. Can you put her on speaker?” he asks.

I place the call on speaker.

“Hi, Mom,” he says.

“Hi, honey, I was just telling Briar that Dad and I made you guys some meals to freeze so you have something to eat once the baby comes. We wanted to stop by this weekend,” she recaps.

“Actually, I just came from a meeting with Coach. I’m not going out of town this weekend,” he tells me and his mom.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because you’ve been having these weird pains and I am not leaving you alone this close to delivery,” he says like it’s obvious.

“We have three weeks to go. I would’ve been just fine,” I assure him. “But it’ll be nice to have you here.”

He leans in and pecks my lips.

“So it’s settled then. We’ll stop by Saturday afternoon,” Catherine states.

“Sounds good. Thank you.”

“You kids take care,” she says.

“You too,” we say to her in unison.

After we end the call, I try to convince Aaron that I am fine. That we are on schedule.

Ruby calls us into the kitchen since dinner is ready.

“Perfect timing, I’m starved,” Aaron announces.

We head into the kitchen and Aaron helps Macklin set up the table. They made some kind of a pork stew.

We start to eat and I feel a strong pain radiate across my stomach. I drop my fork.

“Shoot, that was painful,” I say.

Ruby frowns. “I think you should go to triage,” she advises.

Ruby and I have been talking a lot about what I need to do when the baby comes.

“What’s going on?” Aaron asks me, his gaze filled with concern.

“She’s been in pain all day,” Ruby states. Such an exaggerator. “You know Briar. She’s a tough girl, but she may be in labor.”

“I’m not in labor.” I laugh. “But I do feel a strong pressure on my bladder. I better go to the bathroom. Sorry for the TMI, Mack.”

---