Winds of Change

by boswifedeb

While awaiting the birth of the baby, Matt is also dealing with a horse going into foal - and deadly storms. Just borrowing the characters for a bit. **This story immediately follows "Glimpse of the Future."

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Matt stood looking out at the storm. It had gotten worse. Much worse. There were now tornado watches and warnings for the whole Los Angeles area. The wind was howling around the corners of the house and tree limbs were cracking from the strain.

"Guess I better go check on Sophie again. Vince, you want to come, too?" Vince got up off the couch and headed for the hall with Houston. "Man, you're going to have gray hair before the night is over. Calm down." He buttoned up his jacket.

"I've just got a bad feeling about this weather, Vince. You ever been through a tornado? Well, I've been through plenty. And it's sure got that feel to it out there." He pushed his hat down tight on his head as they headed out the back door. Rain was falling heavily and being blown sideways in sheets. They made their way down to the barn and were grateful to get inside.

When they got to Sophie's stall she was laying down on her side and breathing heavily. "Oh, boy, is she fixing to have that thing?" Vince was looking nervous now.

Houston eased into the stall and began talking to the mare as he got closer. He patted her neck, then moved around to check on her progress.

"Yep, she's started labor." He leaned closer and Vince saw the concern on his face. "We do have a little problem, though." He started taking off his jacket. "Vince, go up the hall to the tack room. Look on the shelf just to the right of the door. There's a box of gloves sitting there. I'm gonna need them."

Vince went up to the tack room and found the box. He got back to the stall and opened the door. Sophie got nervous and was trying to get up. "Stop right there, Vince. She's real nervous and she doesn't know you. I'll come get them." He patted on the horse's side and she calmed back down.

Houston walked over to the door and took the box from Vince. "I hate to do it, but would you go up to the house and get CJ? The foal is a breech and I'm going to need some help."

"Breech? You mean backwards?" Vince asked. "Yep. Get CJ down here quick as you can, but keep her safe for me, okay?" He turned back to the horse and began talking soothingly to her again. Vince ran back up to the house.