"Fuck, where is she?" PJ moans in a whisper as we frantically search the screens of the never ending list of departures and arrivals. My eyes go fuzzy and after a while it seems too hopeless to even attempt anymore; so I let my eye glace over as PJ continued the search. That's when we heard a golf cart wheeze past with an all too familiar voice yelling 'This woman is having my babies, out of the way!'
PJ and I both spin around just in time to see Dan driving the golf cart with Jennifer in the passenger seat, red in the face before the crowd swallows them up again.
"Was that-" PJ begins, but I interupt in fear of hearing the name that had haunted my for months.
"Never mind that; let's go!" I order as I take off at a run. But by the time we have run the distance that had disappeared; they were already a whole terminal ahead of us. "Oh, forget this. Come on! We'll met them at the hospital." I informed PJ as I ran towards the direction of the car's parking space.
"But how do you know she's in labor?" PJ asked alarmed as he trotted after me.
"Father's intuition." I stated simply. "Now, hurry! I'm NOT about to be late for the birth of my children."
PJ got his leg in the car in time as I sped away; following the signs that no doubt Dan and Jennifer were also pursuing to our shared destination.