Chapter
8
Three hours later Luke was pacing in the waiting room outside the maternity
ward. The doctor had said one of them could be in the delivery room with Amy,
so Laura had went with her. Bobbie came in to wait
with him.
"Luke, you are going to wear a grove in the floor."
Luke kept pacing unaware that she was there.
Bobbie walked up behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder. Luke jumped.
"Oh, hi Barbara. When did you get here?"
"A few minutes ago. How are you doing?"
"I'm nervous. I can't believe that I'm going to be a father again
soon."
"How long has Amy been in labor?"
"Um... about seven hours. We have been here for three hours and she said
that the labor pains had started about four hours before she called us."
"So she should be getting close. Would you like me to go check and see how
she's doing?"
"Would you?"
"Sure." She walked away leaving Luke to pace alone.
A few minutes later, Bobbie came back. "I couldn't get in, they are doing
a C-section."
Luke stopped and turned around. He looked frightened. "Is she ok? Are the
babies all right?"
"I'm sure they're fine Luke. This isn't that uncommon. Don't worry."
She took his hand and led him to a chair and made him sit down. She rubbed his
hand for a few minutes trying to make him feel better.
Luke suddenly jumped to his feet. Bobbie looked past him and saw Laura standing
there looking like she was in shock.
"Laura?" Luke said. "Is your sister all right."
She nodded.
"Did something happen to the babies?" he asked afraid to hear the
answer.
Laura shook her head no.
"They're healthy Luke, but..."
"But what? What's wrong Laura?"
"Luke she didn't have twins like we were expecting. She had... she had triplets."
Luke's eyes grew wide, his mouth dropped open and he sank into the chair.
