hour,” Casey said. “Currently, they’re at seven minutes.”
“It may have been Braxton-Hicks contractions, but I’ll check to see if you’re
dilating,” Doctor Harris said, taking her place at the end of the bed. “Open your
legs.”
Casey followed her instructions. From where William sat, he could see too much. He
bit his lip and tried not to react.
“Is your husband here?” the doctor asked.
William winced.
Casey pointed to the corner. “He's over there.”
Doctor Harris turned and spotted him. William greeted her with a nod.
“William! I haven't seen you since I was seventeen. How are you?”
The doctor inserted her gloved fingers inside Casey as she continued the
examination.
“I'm good. Busy,” William said. “Got married today, work, having a kid.”
The doctor turned back to Casey and withdrew her fingers. “Okay, so you're only at
about two centimeters.”
“Do you know how much longer that is going to be?” Casey asked. She appeared
exhausted.
“Well, since the contractions are a little further apart and—”