“’Fade Into You’ by Mazzy Star,” Casey said, continuing to hum.
William sat beside her. She rested her head in his lap.
“We're going to have to start timing these contractions,” she said suddenly,
sitting up.
“What are we supposed to time them with? We don't have a clock.”
“You'll have to use the clock on the VCR,” Casey told him when he returned.
William glanced at it. It read 4:15, but he knew it wasn’t accurate. “I don’t think
we can use that. It’s not set to the right time.”
“The time doesn’t matter. Just how many minutes pass between the contractions.”
“Oh yeah,” he said, sitting beside her again. “When was the last one?”
“Just before I started drinking the slushie. Can you get the Gameboy? I need
something to distract me.”
“Sure,” he responded, hurrying to the bedroom. Though it had been a birthday gift
from his dad, Casey had practically claimed it. She held all the high scores.
He handed it to her.
“Can you get some extra batteries? I played this thing for hours the other night,”
she added. “Please. Oh, and get the maternity bag out of the bedroom. Just in case
we need to leave in a hurry.”
William fetched the batteries from the kitchen and handed them off on his way to
the closet. He found the maternity bag empty.
“Is this the bag?” he asked, walking back to the living room.
“Yes, that’s the one.”
“It’s empty.”
“Oh, I thought I did that already,” she said, sipping her drink. “I’m sorry.
There’s that outfit on the changing table. That’s the one I want to bring her home